That was one of Cyrus' problems. He was used to having far to much time to think in his bottle so he over thought many things. The kiss with the Knave being the recent in a very long line of over thought ideas and he had been feeling rather good about it, despite the Captain's looks and the crew's mutterings.

Now, now he was trying not to think of anything, anything at all as he gazed up at the stars. He couldn't even closed his eyes because if he did, all he would see was the Captain's satisfied smirk. The pirate had won, as of course he would. A genie was a thing to be used and tossed aside when the wishes were gone. Why would he think this time would be any different?

He ignored the Knave as he climbed and grit his teeth when he realized he was being followed. He decided not even to acknowledge the Knave's presence, in hope that maybe if he got the hint, he'd leave him alone. Not to mention, he was afraid of what he would say if he allowed himself to speak.