“Or maybe he was seeing double. Bad stuff, gin. Should ‘ave switched to rum a long time ago. Good stuff, rum. You could drink it, or take a bath in it. No, that was gin — he meant Joe.”
“Don't you feel like a little glass of rum? It's Cuban, like all the good stuff that kills you.”
“If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!”
“Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!”
“Only, in Haiti, I realized, is it possible to drink rum and haggle with a god.”
“...he was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer—or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard.”