"It wasn’t Henderson."
"It was something like Henderson. Harrison? Harvey?"
"I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about. The man that nicked that bottle was called Cregg."
"Cregg! That’s him, Cregg!"
"Mr. Cregg. Carpenter’s mate. Had a nose for sniffing out booze on a prize ship like a fucking bloodhound."
"Oh, Cregg. I remember walking in on him once, digging through a stash on a prize. He… He found this bottle of booze behind a baseboard. Now, he’s convinced that the prize captain’s been hiding his best liquor. So he pops the cork and takes this big swig in front of all of us…"
"…and it was piss."
"It was piss!"