Ahoy! Did ye’av a bonnie day of it today, young reader? Mayhap, ye’d like to cap it off with a mug o’ rum, or grog if the barkeep has nothing better? As ye may know, rum comes from Caribbean sugar cane. Me matie Scurvy Carl says,
Converting cane into sugar is an industrial process that produces byproducts: cane juice and molasses. Caribbean islanders soon began converting these byproducts into cheap liquor, known first as Kill-Devil, then later as Rumbullion, and then simply as rum. This was powerful stuff. An early critic referred to it as “hot, hellish, and terrible.”
And right he is too. Let’s see if we can’t call for something out of the bung hole, eh. Aye.
I miss Talk Like a Pirate Day already. I think it may be on its way to being my favorite holiday.
I don’t know how true it is (I suspect it might be) but I’ve read that your average bottle of liquor has far more toxins in it than cigarettes.
Forgive another Gene Wolfe plug; but his last (second last?) novel is called ‘Pirate Freedom’ – and is about life in the buccaneer days of Cuba? I think. (In some alternative time stream.)
– I haven’t read it, yet, so I shouldn’t be mentioning it should I?
Never stopped me.