Jack had been sleeping like the dead; rum, too much food and a bit of sex leaving him bone weary. He didn't wake when Mary rose from the bed, but shortly after he reached out for her, half-awake and found her gone.
He was a little hazy at first, his hand flailing about the mattress in search of Mary's warm and sleeping body. His tiredness eased away and he rose from the bed, pulling on a pair of paisley trousers before he headed outside.
He found Mary on the deck, the reflection of the moonlight on the water, dancing across her face. "Thought you'd fallen out of bed," he said instead of a greeting.