Henry Morgan came into the bar carrying a sealed case under his arm. It had been a busy couple days, to say the least. A group of local teenagers had decided to have a scavenger hunt, and on their list was one of Morgan's prized possessions. The ships bell from the Royal Liner Maelstrom, passed down from Captain to Captain from Wallace Dunsburry himself. The youths had been caught lifting a few other people's possessions and had gotten themselves arrested by the local authorities and their ill-gotten gains confiscated. The local Governor from the Bowex Colonial Authority had been prepared to hand the bell over to the BAF until Morgan reminded the man that his preference for male company at the Black Flag might not sit well with his wife.
As Morgan replaced the bell in its place behind the bar, he heard a man at the bar ask for the strongest thing they had. He turned around to see that a rather haughty-looking young man had placed the ill-advised order. Just as the bartender was reaching for a bottle of bootleg Libertonian Moonshine, Morgan stopped him. Instead, he reached under the bar and grabbed a very dusty bottle of Gundey VIII. As soon as the bottle hit the bar in front of the young man, all the bar stools adjacent to him immediately cleared out and knowing chuckles came from all the Black Flag regulars who had seen this scene play out before. The bartender sighed and walked off to get a mop and bucket.
As soon as the cork was pulled from the bottle, the foulest vapor to ever crawl out of a bottle began to seep into the room. Gundey VIII was legendary across the colonies as the worst synthetic alcoholic beverage known to man. An alcohol content that was beyond what seems possible is its only virtue. One sip of the stuff was enough to convince a life-long alcoholic to go sober for the rest of his days.
Morgan poured about two fingers worth into a lowball glass, slid it forward, and waited for the show to begin.
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