43 bottles. O.k can Sharky show me where it is?

44 bottles. Aye. Decided it would be appropiate to put stickers and other decorations on it. Sigh...

It's over there Skipperdoo, in the chamber.

45 bottles. I plundered this one from a Spanish dude. That's how I got this gaping chest wound, too. /sigh.

46 bottles. Blast it... I knew the Spaniards had been working on a Drink Replicator, but I deemed they had merely started, not finished!

Witchdoctor, please, destory that blasted thing. Who knows what the Spaniards have done to it.

47 bottles. No, the Brits paid quite well for it. Go hunt it down, Jack.

48 bottles. Argh!!!!

I hope you're pleased Dan. Now I'll have to spend the rest of my evening hunting them down. Blast!

49 bottles. Have fun.

50 bottles. Continue working on my Drink Replicator whilst I hunt them down, Sharky! Stealthy! Skipperdoo!

All S's. Strange.

51 bottles. They just sunk, Jack! But... not into the sea. Into a black hole leading to an alien empire at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle. Good luck swimming down that far with 1700s tech.

52 bottles. Alien Empire? Long as they don't come up from the seas and steal my thunder, they can rot down there.

53 bottles. I'm almost done with the replicator.

54 bottles. Good. Nearly a month behind schedule, but good.

55. A month? Did you fall asleep? This is 2011, my friend. I do believe you are 250 years behind schedule.

56 bottles. Almost...