Flemin'ovia enterrrs th' grrrog vessel and, without drrriftin' about ferrr a barrrman, grrrabs a bottle o' rrrum, bites th' top off, and grrrogs it down. The orrrnerrry cuss e views th' scurrrvy knaves notionfully, one hand on his musket and th' otherrr on his cutlass, drrriftin' about ferrr trrrouble, and a bottle of rum!
