Sarah's one of the more interesting
one's out here in this crew of sea-farers
because, well... she's obsessed with her
dirt. She always has to get some when
we dock, be it in a bag, a jar or a
rum bottle (We could refill those with
something important, too, like rum).
Speaking of Rum, I do recall her
mumbling about it the other night. Must of
been from rum withdrawl since we cut
her supply off after she emptied a rum
barrel to fill it with Padres Del Fuego dirt.
From Sarah:
'If it be Rum ye be finding,
and Rum that ye seek,
this be the place,
although not for the weak'