I'd imagine it would have something to do with the distance of the shore and the bottom of the bottle never being in equal distance, as one wished it were.
Finding one-self capable deck-hands, often reduces the need for 'medicinal' help. I also usually favour making it a point to know all ships courses leaving port; who are carrying a well-stocked hull of liquor. When there is a danger of the rum running out, a sea encounter is often placed on the agenda.
If I didn't drink it, it be because it weren't there at first to drink and thereby by being undrinkably missing there wouldn't be any rum at all, which still leaves with the problem of the rum always gone.
Just as profittable and progressive as the flaming firing of that drink of choice that choice were, there shall be no more of it on my watch, Miss Swann. Or it is Mrs. Turner now?
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Eh. Ever find a cure for that as it were?
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There's not a hole in me bottle. Or there better not be. My bottle.
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