"Doesn't surprise me, lassie," replied the Captain. "Ye learn a lot on a ship. One of those invaluable life lessons being men...people," he corrected himself, "in enclosed spaces of'en require spirits t' keep 'em goin'."

He wandered off to find cups, returning with two and dipping them into the cask of rum. It was strong - Barbossa didn't care for watered-down grog, and he sniffed it with a satisfied snarl before handing over a cup to Cayce. "An' we make due when we need t'. To yer health, Missy." He raised his glass to her and drank it down.