It is funny how much folks take for granted! They just wander up to the bar, place an order, and magically have an exquisite bottle of Brandy, Rum, Wine.. Well! They fail to even take note of where the hell it comes from!
A few months at sea, a lot of sweat and work. What, they think the stuff is local? No! It is a world away! The good stuff, anyway. That which the nobleman drink, and the middle class break out once a year to show off to their poorer cousins! But! It isn't my job to care if they appreciate it or not. Nay, it is my job to bring it! Oh, once I am no longer around, folks will certainly notice, they just wouldn't know what they had noticed!
Ah, the war.. Yes, I know of it, and I know what side I am supposed to be on, and what side it is assumed I am on. Truth be told, I coulldn't care less about it! I am on the side of Coin, and Rum! I am glad that many folk actually accept this without question. I mean it! I stopped sailing with the corsairs a long time ago, my hands are clean!
Gods my head is just rattling on and on. I know! I need more drink and a nap. Aye, a nap and a drink.
