"You burned all the food, the shade, the rum." "Yes Jack, the rum is gone." "But why is the rum gone?" "One, because it is a vile drink the turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels; two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you even think that there is the slightest chance that they won't see it." "But why is the rum gone?"