Blackbeard beamed. "Ay, you done yourselves proud, lads! You are true powder monkeys."
"Great!" I said. "So, now that that's settled, me and my pirate friends will go stand near your cabin to... uh... rest a while. Come on, lads." We tried to walk by Blackbeard, but he thrust a bottle toward us. "Here. Before you rest, have a drink o' rum. You've earned it."
Sam put his hand up. "No, thanks. I'm trying to cut down. Doctor's orders, you know."