"You didn't, I was going to," But even Jack wasn't feeling dirty enough to make sex jokes about his daughters and his ship. Or, rather, he was feeling dirty enough, but the small sane part of his brain was keeping him from piping up with it.
Jack had started to relax a little- drunk was the closest he ever got to sleep, and he liked to enjoy the sort of blank feeling in his brain. He cracked an eye open to check the clock, just in time to see the ship headed toward them.