As Myobi reached for him in her moment of triumph, James was not to be found. Indeed, as fate would have it, Candy had another destiny in mind for our complex-carbohydrate-driven hero.
For you see, on his way to that wond'rous place of high blood-sugar levels, James actually fell through a gap in the floor (to the credit of the ship's well-trained crew, there was a tiny little flag atop a tiny little pylon that stated "work underway") and landed on a laundry cart. As the ship swayed into a larger swell, the deck leaned, and with the force of his landing, this propelled the cart down the narrow corridor towards the galley kitchen. Careening off wall and door, and spinning at times as corner met doorjam, James and the cart full of old sailor uniforms sped towards the wider portal to that brilliantly supplied kitchen. James could see the gleam of well-polished silverware and meticulously cleaned knives, blenders and other collections of items his mind dimly reminded him were relevant to the preparation of food, but for which he at the moment had no words to name.
James sped into the room and glanced off of a large, steel preparation table. The cart overturned suddenly, spilling James onto a surprisingly soft pile of... wait, what was this? Large, black plastic bags full of candy, as though being amassed for a Halloween celebration of epic proportions had broken his fall. He looked at his hands with tears flowing down his cheeks as he held up fists laden with Tootsie Rolls, Butterfinger bars in the delightful "bite site" that he always considered such a terrible misnomer, as of course you could easily eat three of them at a time if only you were dedicated to the task, and other hard and soft candies in shapes and flavors that bedazzled him.
Little did anyone relevant to this particular situation know that a propane main that routed through the ship from the main engineering bay and under the kitchen had just been ignited by an accidental spark that had blown from the engine and alighted on a switch that so happened was exposed to a leak from said propane main. And so, at this very moment as James wished so dearly that his friend Myobi, who surely must have missed him dearly at this juncture in their misadventure, could share in this heavenly bounty, a loud "BANG" sounded around him, and without so much as any warning other than that sound and the sudden shifting of candy all around him, James was propelled upwards through a conveniently placed exhaust vent that led from the underdeck to the main balcony deck of the Lady Sinful. The cool night air greeted him as he was lifted through the air amidst a shower of candies, some of which popped from the heat like delicious fireworks of goo. James found himself briefly holding on to the Lookout post, where he suddenly remembered he had seen in the night the Mutineer, shockingly, his wardrobe mate Remiel, plotting against the other vacationers!
He cursed alcohol but ran out of time to form the words to a truly epic curse, as he fell, his hands having lost hold of the little wooden pegs that were situated at the base of the Lookout's Nest, and fell flat onto a table full of candy -- right in front of Myobi. He sat up, shaking flakes of chocolate and melted hard cherry candies from his hair and looked around at a host of accusing stares. Raising his hands to his shoulders in a gesture of confusion, he exclaimed, "What'd I do?" [ed: if you have not watched The Wire, I highly recommend it.]