Wheeling Gull Isle but why is the rum gone?

“Aye Cap’n,” he slurred, fully ignoring the wench as she was put in her place. His eyes submissively kept from looking to Ferahgo, and with a drunken stumble, the man gathered the seal hide, wrapping it together with exercised caution, given his state. With the tide out and the land bridge visible to him now, Ruffian sauntered to the island, treasure in tow. From there he would follow the Captain’s roders, and only once he delivered the rum, would he seek out the shade beneath a tree and take a long needed nap.