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Drue tries to keep Jen from pitching into the drink Abby-style. She pushes him away, and in doing so nearly falls in; he grabs her and yanks her back over the side, and she lands on top of him, then hauls herself up to the railing and speeyacks over it.
Elsewhere, Joey scuttles along the deck, a hand over her mouth; Dawson is a couple of steps behind, and he unbuttons his jacket and drapes it over her as she cries silently. After a moment, she wails that Pacey just said all that "in front of a room full of people," and it's not true: "It's not who I am." Dawson knows. Joey doesn't understand how he could do that. She slumps onto Dawson's shoulder. Dawson comforts her.
Drue tells Jen that she's "become a lightweight," and he'll have to get her back to New York and "toughen [her] up again." Jen sniffles that she doesn't want to go back to New York; she hates New York, and she's changed, and although she's pushed herself to go back to New York and face things, she doesn't really want to. She asks if Drue thinks she's "weak," but Drue says he thinks we should never go back when we can go forward, and in that respect she's strong. Then he teases her that she should "look into Boston," it's an "up-and-coming town," and he's going to be there, et cetera. "Strike one for Boston," Jen snuffles, and shoots Drue a look of thanks; he ducks away from it. Aw.
The Full Moon Of Ominously Unsubtle Portent. Tobey's in the stern, sulking. ["Funny, I thought he liked it in the stern. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT!" -- Wing Chun] He's taken his bow tie off. Yum. We get a niiiice loooong lingering shot of Tobey as Jack comes through a door in the background, then wanders into the shot and asks what Tobey's doing. He's "contemplating swimming for shore." Jack says he doesn't blame Tobey for that, and apologizes for "earlier -- what [he] said. Or didn't say." Tobey, interest piqued, turns to look at Jack. Kerr Smith, knowing that he's going to have to kiss David Monahan, has a look of genuine dread on his face during the entire speech and totally fails to sell it, but anyway, Jack says he's having "so much more than platonic" feelings for Tobey, it took him by surprise, he's afraid, he's homophobic -- oops, I mean, "at first he felt put off by Tobey's outness," but tonight he really looked at Tobey, and he's funny and handsome and nice and out, and now it's something he admires most about Tobey, and he's not afraid anymore. Nice try, Kerr. Anyway, Tobey starts giving Jack The Look as Jack says that he's "so not afraid anymore," and Jack leans in, and they kiss for five-and-a-half seconds. Well, Tobey kisses; Jack just stands there like a dead fish and doesn't move his mouth at all. But hey, I'll take it. Anyway, they smile at each other, and Jack stammers, "How 'bout that dance?" Not shown: Kerr Smith diving off of Das Promboot, swimming to shore, racing sopping-wet into the nearest drugstore, and downing an entire bottle of Listerine while screaming, "EWWW, COOTIES!"