Wheeling Gull Isle but why is the rum gone?

The Captain did not take kindly to assistance that was thrust upon him without his request, especially from one of the wenches. He preferred, nay, demanded, that his crew wait at his back and be at his beck and call, rather than take it upon themself to intrude. So, when Sadie barged onto the scene, she was met with a quick snap of his teeth aimed toward her muzzle in a not so subtle order to back off or make herself scarce. He had this.

He continued to growl, teeth bared, as he stared down upon Ruffian. His fangs were stayed only because the drunk withered in front of him and claimed to have saved him the best. "Did ye now?" Stiffly, Ferahgo marched over to the seal hide for a closer inspection, and nosing a flap of off to the side he saw that, indeed, there were some fruits left, and indeed, they would be for him. Rum was a precious commodity to the pirates; his crew got it when he had plenty, otherwise they contented themselves with grog or nothing at all.

"Ignore her," he said, his rage subsided into his normal but nonetheless imposing coldness. Placated by the arrival of rum was he. "Take what's left of this rum to my quarters, north side of the rocky hill - a cave. An' don't ye take another lick of it or it'll be yer hide holdin' the rum next time. Move!" Barked Ferahgo. Once the snow was gone he would task this one on brewing more rum. That he had a purpose for him was the only reason Ruffian lived to see another day.

Meanwhile, the Captain continued down the coast, returning to his original purpose.