Wheeling Gull Isle but why is the rum gone?

Set at the beginning of the bridge at high tide -- feel free to stumble upon him at low tide when the bridge reveals. ;)

The fermented fruits sat like dead weight upon the seal hide he had been carrying with him. The swagger in his step suggested a sampling of his treasure, and yet his cool eyes gazed out to the scenery before him. Ruffian had not drifted far from the ocean, knowing it the best way to track the Captain, and sure enough, the scent markers indicated his lengthy travel had come to an end.
 
Perhaps he would have made better time if he had not drunk so much of the loot Ferahgo had sent him to collect in the first place.
 
Rugged features halted, his stocky form pausing as he surveyed the invisible borders. They led to the ocean – and with it, an island. “What magic be ‘tis, now?” More importantly, how was he supposed to cross the waters without losing the rum?
 
Perplexed, the sandy brute settled himself down to what he considered a well-deserved sit, his eyes drifting back to the rotted fruits. Not sure of just how to board the ship without abandoning the treasure, Ruffian could only do what he felt the best decision – drink the rum he had made, and make more aboard the ship. With a hefty guzzle, the pirate settled himself to the task at hand, an abrupt hiccough blatantly giving away his intent.