Somewhere in the Black Sea

You gaze into the open ocean on a sleezy, slow trotting ship, the only other people up deck with you was the captain steering and a lone guy far off at the front sharpening a blade...

But your lonely watch would be interrupted as you felt a tap on the shoulder behind you.

You turned around and saw a tall women, another crewmate, holding two barrel cups, both filled to the brim with rum. She bit her lip before she spoke, smiling at you.

"Hey lad.. I saw you up 'er and thought.. y'know.. spread the catchings~.."

She slowly put one of the cups in front of you, silently begging not to be denied...