Bucky can't help but stare at Sam's body as he considers the weight of the possibilities the omega sets out for him, eyes roaming across skin, between his legs, up again toward his face. He's beautiful, even bruised as he is.

He hadn't considered that the men would turn eventually, despite the fact that it seems obvious now that Sam has stated it as a possibility. Also, the vague allusion to Sam possibly drowning just to escape settles uneasy in the pit of his stomach.

"We'll leave, then." He glances around the room, considering the things he'll need to bring with them. "The men won't be happy about it. And I'll need to break into the Captain's quarters, for something of mine."

He finishes his rum and glances down at himself. What are they going to do about the state he's in, though?