"I don't usually sleep," Killian reminded, relaxing a little more in the boat. He figured they'd drift as far as the anchor let them, watching the water and being soothed by its comforting rippling, until they got bored or hungry or whatever else - or the pirate decided he needed more than a nip of rum from his flask.
But no, needing sleeping wouldn't be one of the reasons he decided to make his way back to the hotel. He just - didn't require it. The Darkness was like a constant caffeine jolt; it kept him alert and ready, without the inevitable crash ever occurring. "But I've certainly napped outside, on boats, in the past. That's how you get sunburn," he grinned. Though this island was so dreary, most of the time, who could say whether anyone would need aloe.
"I'll try to sleep, however. When you do. I can do it, I simply don't need to."