Big was in the Pirate bay inn, as he was used to, only that this time he was bored, soooo boooored. Rackham had forbidden him to drink, in fact he had even told everyone else he was forbidden to drink, not even a drop. He even had made the bartender lock up all the bottles so he couldn't get to them. And all this cause of a small misunderstanding, a mere accident. Why was it so hard for their captain to understand that fishing were a lonely job and the only company you had were dead fishes and rum, every pirate loved rum and the lonely fishermen loved it the most. And just because he accidentally almost burnt the "Small bastard" down he was not automatically a problem, he certainly did NOT have a drinking problem. Rackham had punished him with no rum and he even had given the Small bastard to the new guy in town, Elfbough or however he pronounced his silly name, what a name is that anyway? He were probably an elvish bastard! And just because he had managed to save the sinking ship Rackham had given it to him, the ship was his, his precious! Big decided to go home, at least he had a fish on the wall to talk to and maybe he could process the lamp oil in some fashion to make it drinkable, but no, he did NOT have a drinking problem. As he turned around he noticed a bottle on the dice table ... hmm, I must see if someone left any drops in it for a poor soul as meself, he thought and went over to the table. The bottle were in fact almost full and Big found himself in a dilemma. Would he dare drink the rum or not, maybe Rackham would find out... I will toss a dice for it, he decided but to protect himself to be too tempted by the bottle of rum he went outside to toss his dices. He made a promise to himself that only if he scored a 7 he would drink, if not he would leave the bottle be and go home. Hmmm, it was a 8 ... well, it was close enough, and actually, he had good intentions, you can't just leave a bottle of rum around like that, a child or maybe a lizardman could come in and drink it up. Better i empty it before a greater accident occurs..... He emptied the bottle before any pirate could say "keelhaul" and soon he were more than tipsy, to say the least. The floor begun to dance with him and he could feel his legs give up after such a long dry period, almost 24h already. He took a step against the door in an attempt to return home but tripped. And dropped his lantern at his feet, directly on the dry carpet and the wooden boards. And of course, as he had been emptying the bottle so fast, he had also spilled rum on the floor. He realised a little too late that lamp oil, rum and fire were not the best of combination when it was poured over a carpet and dry wood. The carpet caught fire immediately and soon the fire spread up on his trousers burning his crown jewels, all while Big were jumping around screaming without a clue how to turn out the flames. Eventually, after a minute stamping the fire in the floor he fainted and fell. Luckily the fire went out before any harm had been done more than burning up most of his cloths and beard and leaving a big black mark in the carpet. His fat body had prevent more oxygen to be fed to the fire. While he lay there unconscious he dreamed he were sailing the seven seas on his precious, the Small bastard ... Rackham should see him now, he was a true captain over his vessel and knew all the tricks to get in and out of towns unnoticed ... ... Big woke up in pain swearing he would never drink again...
