Thump. Jingle.

As the first of the telltale footsteps sound through the crowded streets, people stepped aside respectfully. It was difficult to miss the approach of Iron Tom, and he made a point of it.

"Yar, I be here to pick up the rum." he bellowed, striding over to a brewery. It wasn't all rum, but the drink commonly associated with his estate was part of it.

He watched as a group of porters started carrying the myriad crates of various alcoholic beverages (and some not so alcoholic). "Aye, that be the lot of 'em." nodded the pirate noble, flipping a single golden piece of eight to the storekeeper, who pocketed it carefully before returning to his brewery.

Captain Flint's Grog Recipe
* kerosene
* propylene glycol
* artificial sweeteners
* red dye #2
* rum
* acetone
* battery acid
* SCUMM
* axle grease
* and/or pepperoni.