[IMVU Logs] The Uncrowned Prince

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Diitzy: After her initiation, it felt like days just flew by. It’s hard to believe it’s been six months already since day one of being a pirate. Just as the daylight faded, Rhaenyrs Baratheon and a few other crew members were ordered to load up the remaining merchandise. Tomorrow the word was passed that the ship would leave port. It was just another night on the job for Rhaenyrs, till someone had to make the wrong move. After going over the checklist of remaining shipment, two things turned up suspicious. One thing was there was a gold chest missing. Something valuable which was just added to the list that day.l Two, Scribbles, her precious companion was not by her side. “Scribbles, Where the F**k are you.”. Although her love for the pig was the last strip of decent humanity known to her, she was still rough along the edges from her past. The brutality of her past was still a daily struggle to overcome for the young Baratheon. It molded her to become the terrible pirate she was. Assuming one of the crews men stole her pig yet again for feasting. She paced throughout the ship looking for her pig. The sounds of his cry however weren’t coming from the ship it sounded distant. Not too distant for when she looked out of port hole on the ship she could see one of the row boats just entering the water. From the looks of it, Scribbles found himself crossing paths with thieves trying to steal from Straga’s ship. They weren’t just any thieves but they were members of the ship themselves. Not only was thieving an issue but betraying their own was not forgivable. Stealing her pet was a death sentence. Dashing above deck she leaped into the water swimming after them. It wasn’t no struggle to catch the thieves, once she knocked them both out she brought them back to port. The other pirates loaded the missing chest with the other merchandise. While Rhaes’ brought the traitors to the first mate. To a hideout in which everyone else that was part of the crew was. Everyone’s attention was summoned by the loud burst through the door as the drenched pirate dragged the two unconscious traitors across the floor to the first mate whom she took orders from. She dropped them by his foot as she walked over to a filled pitcher of ale and splashed them awake. “Tell him.” She commanded and grabbed them by the hair lifting their face up. “Tell him what you did.” She commanded again as they choked on their words. “We tried to leave port with the silver chest that was added today”. She pulled their heads up “And? What else”. They winced from the slight pain from the back of their head. “We betrayed the crew..” She pushed their heads down into the ground forcefully, bashing them against the ground. “AND?!?” They glanced at one another questioning what else. “Oh! We stole from the ship's kitchen. But, to be fair it was this petite little pig. Would only feed two men if that” The tension thickened around the hideout. Most people in that room knew what pig they were speaking about. Everyone took a few steps back from Rhaenyrs as if she could, fire would be spitting from her eye sockets. She gripped their heads tighter knocking them together. “That pig isn’t for the kitchen! That is my pig! If I didn’t know where my loyalties lie I would scalp you right here in front of everyone to see. Lucky for you my loyalty lies with Straga and our crew. ” She snarled and dropped them. As she awaited for further instruction. Unaware of who exactly her captain is. Never met the guy face to face but six months she’s been working for him. She’d never turn her back against the crew she basically called family.

Grimm: The Uncrowned Prince. It was not the name given to one establishment, but rather an encompassing name given to the many hideaway's that were dotted both across Westeros and Essos. It was run by those that served upon The Wraith and only those of The Wraith knew where they were located, but even then, they did not know of them all. This one however, was a favored location, one that the ship and it's crw frequented on the regular after a good haul. It was a narrow cove, the entrance to which was hard to spot unless one knew it was there, big enough to allow The Wraith to pass through though not all of the crew could pilot such a corridor of water, Straga himself with 2 others being the only ones. With the ship restocking from supplies stored within the small tavern, Straga, unknown to his crew who he truly was, sat with a map spread across the table before him, a compass within the center and empty rum bottles holding the edges of the curving map open. With a patch covering one eye, the other, a deep blood red in color, scanned the map, always returning to a compass that never seemed to truly point north, always twitching and never at permanent rest. Around him the sounds of the crew were deafened to his ears, lost in thought and concentration that almost seemed alien to the supposed first mate of The Wraith, but still those around gave him a wide birth, his eyes given them a cause to pause, some to question, but never one to voice protest against his presence or demeanor. Not because of who he was, but because of who they served aboard the ship, though none of them new the truth. As Rhaenarys entered with her catch of the day and started barking orders at them to spill whatever treasonous act they had committed to spurn her rage upon them so vehemently, Straga, or Dem, short for Demon, though adapted into Daemon in lieu of a true birth name, that his crew had so lovingly placed upon him not long after he became one of them, sipped upon his rum, though his mind was never with the situation at hand mere steps from him. Though could one ever really say his mind was ever on a topic at hand 100%. After Rhae had cracked their heads against the wooden floor, Straga looked up from his map, blinking a couple of times with an almost innocent look of confusion upon his face. The slap against the floor had caused one of the crew to bleed which only caused Straga to lift his eye patch, raise a brow, and regard the two for a moment before he lowered his patch again. "Tried to eat your piggy again, did they Missy?" His eyes hard returned to the map as the crew that loitered about the tavern chuckled at Straga's response. It was well known not to mess with the pig and the crew always god a rather good laugh at those that did test their luck. Since Rhae had come aboard The Wraith, there was never a dull moment in regards to that bite size pork chop, but her antics with the pig were usually overlooked for she turned out to be a rather valuable pirate, plus there was something about her appearance that Straga could never quite place his thumb upon. Returning to the matter at hand, Straga looked up again from the map, a sudden dawning of realisation hitting him as if the conversation that Rhae just had only now reached his ears. "Tie a rope around them and throw them off the back of the ship, they can swim behind until we reach our next destination." A cheer rang out from the crew for they all knew, the next time they made port would possibly be nearly a month from now. Two of the crowd came and grabbed the thieves away as Straga stumbled out from behind his desk, bottle of rum in hand, the compass quickly tucked back inside his jacket and then took one of the half filled mugs of rum that sat upon the table, handing it to Rhae. Catching himself before he tripped over his own feet, Straga, or Daemon, shook his head as if to try clear a haze of liquor that washed over his mind and leaned close to Rhae, his face mere inches from her own, an annoying habit Straga held, personal space meant nothing. "Cap'n is wonderin when you'll get the ship ready Lass, we got but till sun up." Just when and where the captain asked such a thing, no one ever knew because they never met him, though some tried to claim they had an audience with the famous Dread Captain just to boost their reputation amongst the crew, but whatever fell from Straga/Daemon's lips always brought them more wealth, and as such no one ever gave it any thought.

Diitzy: “Poor Scribbles. The little precious never gets a moment of peace. I keep telling you mateys that pigs are the new parrots.”. Scribbles ran around the small tavern and found himself a nice warm spot next to the fire place. She took the offered drink and without much hesitation took a few sips. She was rather known for being hot headed. Especially when it came to the pig. Downing about at two mugs and now on her third. She raised her head up to see Daemon only inches away from her face. “Just finished up. A little bit delayed due to tonight’s excitement”. Rhaenyrs wasn’t like most of the other pirates. She came to accept that she will never have the audience with the captain. She wasn’t really concerned for her reputation. She was already making a name for herself. Missy and the damn pig. Most people don’t even know her real name or even care to know it. Plus she was known as the only female among the Wraith. “Has there been any word where we sail next?” She was ready for not a helpful response. Most of the crew served blindly, at least she did. She did the job and did the job well without questioning the details. However she never needed the details. It was the life she needed. She found herself a seat to break the personal space bubble. She pulled out her dagger tapping her index finger as her eyes darted across the map. Usually Rhae never sat in the tavern. She usually stood outside and gazed up at the sky and to herself would mutter her siblings names. There is always a lot of talk on a ship. One pirate’s story really got into her head about if someone sailed the seas for too long, they will eventually forget their life before. Though sworn to pirate life, there wasn’t a day that went by she wanted to reunite with her family once more. So every night underneath the stars she would remind herself of the family almost rehearsing to never forget. Though six months of the pirate life, she’s come to grasp the fact she will never see her family again. Looking down at the map she asked, “Here, what lies after the map ends? Have ye ever been?”.

Grimm: Rhae's speech about the pig was one everyone heard time and time again since she found the little animal, though Daemon couldn't even remember when she had come back aboard with it, or maybe it was actually meant to be food one night and she rescued it. Either way, the thought flittered from Daemon's mind as she brought about her next question as he was mid swig of the bottle he held. Without breaking the motion, he shrugged his shoulders. Such information was something he should probably be well aware of, but truth be told, he went with his gut 90% of the time. The other 10% was pure luck but of course, he would never admit that, even the 90% gut feeling was played off as a captain's order and that was never questioned, luckily. Shifting his single gaze to where she was now seated and to what she indicated with her second question, another shrug was given as a reply though after he finished the entire contents of the bottle, Daemon moved a bit closer to the map, leaned sideways over it, opening the one visible eye he had really wide, almost comically so, and inspected the edge of the map. He stared at it for such a long moment that his eye started to sting and water, yet even as a tear dripped down his cheek he did not move. Eventually however, he did, and when he did he rubbed his eye with his fist, turned to Rhae and shrugged again. "No, nothing, I have no idea." It was almost like he believed it he stared at the edge of the map long enough it would come to him. Just then he took in a large breath, staring at her dead in her eye, as if an epiphany came over him, but then just shook his head and exhaled. "No, still nothing." Moving to the bar, Daemon took another two bottles of rum from one of the crates, he took them in a way that almost made it look like he wasn't allowed too and tip toed back to the table Rhae sat at, placing the bottle in front of her. Most pirates could hold their liquor quite well, but at least she had a pretty face unlike the rest. At least while Daemon was only slightly drunk. 'But there was this one time', as the thought entered his mind his head tilted back and to the side very slightly, his one eye looking towards the ceiling, but he quickly caught himself and banged the bottle on the table. "We leave within the hour, cap'ns orders. So make sure you're drunk enough to drive." Of course Rhae wouldn't be the one driving, Daemon would, so what he said was basically aimed at himself, and with a nod of confirmation, he made his way out of the tavern. "Hurry up lads, we leave within the minute." A few that heard his previous statement exchanged glances, but they were quickly shaken off by a chuckle as they went back to work and basically disregarded what their first mate said, as they often did unless boarding another vessel.

Diitzy: Just as Rhaenyrs assumed what was going to happen. Whenever she asked a question board this ship she never really direct answer. She watched Daemon stagger his way for more rum. With the bottom of the bottle hitting the table, sounding mostly full Scribbles came running. Pretty much anything Rhaenyrs drank or ate so did scribbles. Just as Rhaenyrs enjoyed her rum so did the big. She dropped an empty bowl next to her boot as she poured half of the bottle to the pig alone. Her bright abnormal blue eyes traced him leaving the tavern as she whispered to Scribbles. “I swear he knows something. He told us we have till sunrise but now we leave in a hour”. Normally she wouldn’t question anything said. Just do as so. Not really like she was questioning the sudden urgency. She was mainly wondering if he had come up to him in his little travel from the crates to the table or anyone that gave him that order. Perhaps she was over assuming again. Everyone was dismissing from the tavern back to work. She certainly wasn’t going to be left behind. Lowering her arm for Scribbles to climb she took the bottle she was given and also the little bowl as she chugged the rest that was in the bowl. Her clothes were still slightly damp considering she wasn’t sitting close to the fire. On a positive note as least her clothes were washed probably for the first time in six months.The drench combination smells of rotten fish and dried blood [of course from enemies] no longer stained the shirt. Even though being a pirate, she was still a woman. Secretly, once known a noble lady. She had a limit to gross smelly lifestyle. Joining the rest of the crew she made her way to her duties. As always she stood on the main deck with the others awaiting the command to hoist the anor. Even though she had a pretty face, she put hard labor in. More so than most of the men. One thing you learned as a pirate you never volunteer for anything however, for Rhaenyrs she always volunteered. She liked the work, for the wealth. Even though she never met the Captain he sure did pay her well for the jobs she was assigned.

Grimm: Daemon lumbered his way back to the ship, though somehow, halfway there, he got lost and found himself further down the cove before his mind and awareness caught up with his feet. That and one of the crew chased after him and shouted inquiry to where he was going. Turning around, drink in hand, Daemon stumbled slightly, blinking as he regarded the male, confused almost as to why he was shouting. A moment later, he pointed to the ship and walked back towards it. As he passed the other pirate, he stopped and frowned at him. "To the ship. Where are you going? Eh?" The pirate could only blink in such the same manner Daemon had, his mouth opening and closing as a bewildered look overtook his features and watched as the 1st mate walked off towards the ship once again. "I was...." The male couldn't even finish the sentence as he shook his head and just walked silently back to the ship with Daemon. As they both boarded the vessel, Daemon peeked in the door of the Captain's quarters which resided under the wheel of the ship. A few nods, inaudible words exchanged with the unknown figure within and Daemon closed the door again, turning to the few men that were standing behind him in silent hope to see their would be Captain for once, but alas, to no avail. Daemon waved them away, spilling some of the rum down his front but paying it no mind as he shouted his orders. "Cap'n says make ready, we are leaving." Those on the ship roared to those still within the tavern to get moving and a suddenly burst of activity overtook everyone. It was all rather exciting, so much so that Daemon himself started to jog around the ship. Why? Because everyone else was doing it and no other reason. Finding himself a moment later by the wheel he stopped again nodded to the helmsman who only shook his head in reply. Most were use to Daemons strange antics, but others would never be and could only try to ignore him and move on as best as they could. After a few more minutes, those off the ship were all aboard with all the supplies, those that had tried to steal from the crew were tied to a rope and were in the water behind them. Their shouts echoed as the ship pulled away from the port. Frowning, Daemon moved to the back of the ship, leaning over the railing, and spotted the two. Looking back to the helmsman, he nodded his head towards the two in the water. "What'd those lads do?" The helmsman had been inside the tavern when Daemon had given them their death sentence so once again, as a reply, he just shook his head, but this time added a gruff groan and turned back to focus on steering The Wraith through the narrow passage. Daemon huffed and made a face to the back of the helmsman's head before looking back at the men again. "Well, I don't fancy getting wet, so swim well lads." With that, he left them to their fate and walked back towards the wheel.

Diitzy: Among the rest of the crew Rhaenyrs Baratheon mangle her tiny figure through the crowd to just get a glimpse of the Captain’s quarters. Just like the rest of the crew she wanted to see the notorious phantom, Captain Staga. Once again she was too late as the door swung shut. Orders were made by Daemon which put everyone in a scramble to make way for the ship’s departure. The crowd began to disperse in all directions moving to their assigned positions. Rhaenyrs joined the others with the capstan hoisting the anchor for departure. With every complete circle of the cylinder wheel the rod would hoist the anchor a little each time. Once the anchor was fastened and secure she began climbing to release the sails with the others. There were several tasks in which she was assigned to, but this was by far her favorite out of them all. Not only did she like climbing but the wind pushing underneath her feet was exhilarating. In that moment she could see the horizon which was only the deep gut feeling of adventure. With the sails expanded the ship began to move forward. The crew resumed to their jobs as Rhae could be found high on the main mast sitting down finishing the bottle of rum she brought aboard the ship. Scribbles sitting beside her cuffed underneath her sturdy arm keeping them both balanced on the beam. “Isn’t breathtaking dearie?” She spoke to her little pig while taking another swig to her bottle. “Someday I will go to the end of the maps tell. Who knows what we will find.” Her attention was brought down to the others who sang practically the pirate national anthem cheering with the new voyage ahead. She lifted her pig up into the air singing along with the others while she wiggled his front legs as if he were dancing to the song. “Yo ho, yo ho a pirate’s life for me. We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho” She glanced back to the wheel towards Daemon to basically what his movements. It was rather comical to see exactly what he would do next. Watching him move back from the ledge, she only hoped for a long death sentence of the traitors who could be heard from even where she was sitting.

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Grimm: It had been couple of weeks since the crew of The Wraith had left one of their many hideaway taverns tucked away within the innumerous crevices all along the coastlines of Westeros. The morn had just broke as the blazing ball of heat roze above the horizon and was steadily climbing through the sky. Not a single cloud graced the blue canvas above them as the ship sailed calmly through the ocean. At its bow, dolphins swam and dove through the artificial waves created by the large vessel. The crew going about their given tasks to insure the ship was always prepared for every eventuality, though it was also calm the men, and woman of course. Their destination was unknown and some of the crew were getting a tad restless, though others started to whisper about their possible destination.

At the ship's wheel, Daemon stood with one hand upon it and the other held up gripping his ever present compass. The helmsmen had been retired from his post for a few hours as Daemon started to steer them towards their next destination. It was one of the few times that he ever looked competent, though even in his most outrageous of moments he was forever in control, just the appearance of the latter being a tool Daemon employed quite well.

Behind the ship, the two that were attached by rope had long gone silent, perhaps falling such a couple of days after they had left their last port, but people had grown deaf to their pleas mere moments after reboarding The Wraith. All that was left now were half eaten corpses often being pursued by sharks and other carnivorous amphibians.

"Get me the pig girl. Missy, something, Rhae? You know who I mean."

Daemon fluttered his hand in front of him, dismissing the crew member he had given the task too. That girls name never stuck in his mind, her real one anyway, but her appearance definitely did. Those eyes were something he could never shake and he knew why, the only other pair were found in the head of a particular female that inspired his red tattooed addition to his body which ran through his left eye. This pirate female though was not her, he was sure of that, but he was keeping her around to possibly figure out just what she was and why she possessed such eyes. Not that he had much room to talk when it came to strange eyes.

Diitzy: Just below deck, the crew circled around a single barrel. One man sat on the opposite end facing him Rhaenyrs sat holding a cup with five dice. The final round of “Liar's Dice” for the tiny Baratheon and her opponent, Johnny, one of the tallest pirates on the ship.  The crew's quarters roared with cheer on each opponent's side in which they favored. One of the barrels had a mountain of gold and jewels of all colors. Shaking their cups with a single slam against the barrel. “Ye sure ye want to do this Johnny? Is it really that bad to lose to a woman?” She laughed as she checked her dice. “Three, sixes”. She called out starting off the bid. Johnny checked his hand as he smirked.“ Four, sixes”. He responded as he watched every movement that Rhae’s gave. She chuckled to herself as she tossed more gold on the pile. She leaned over to get close to his face and whispered “Seven sixes”. With anger flustering over his face he reached over to her cup. “You are bluffing!” Johnny lifted the cup and sure enough all five dice were faced up with sixes. She fell back in her chair as her side of the crew cheering for her pushed her back. “Well, show your dice! Let’s see” She reached over as he slammed his hand on top of hers. “You fucking cheated” The woman shrugged as she stood up pushing her forehead against his. “You accuse me of cheating and yet I haven’t even seen your dice? Now, Johnny show your dice” She commanded as she aggressively tried to pull her hand up. Which didn’t budge. He refused to show his hand. She sighed, “Are we really gonna do this?” The male reached over clutching the female’s throat choking her. “Woman shut the hell up. That is the thing about woman they just don’t know how to shut up” Scribbles gave a high pitch squeal seeing his owner lifted from the ground. Rhae reached behind her pocket with her free hand pulling her tiny golden dagger as she slammed her weapon into his hand. Not the one strangling her, but the one that held onto the cup along with hers. Breaking through the symbolic gloves they both were wearing, the dagger not only wounded his hand but her hand as well. Even a nasty, fearless pirate has a pain tolerance. With the stab embedded in both of their hands, the pain gave the pirate a natural response to let go of the tiny female. The female lifted dagger up bringing both of their hands in the air like a shish-kabob. “Oh look at this seven sixes mates! Look’s like I did win.!” The quarters roared with amusement as she slid off the hands.  She wrapped her arms around the gold and started stuffing her pockets. “Why I outta…” Johnny held on to his hand towering over Rhae.  “You outta what? What are you going to do?” Rhae stopped stuffing her pockets, and turned around. Meanwhile all the other pirates flooded the remaining loot. The men started cheering, knowing there was a fight to happen. Just as wagers were being set a man broke into the room. “Missy, the first mate wants a word.” She looked back at the pirate she was about to get into a fight with. She patted his back with a smile as she pulled away from him. “Good talk, lad! It’s probably for the best.” She pulled out from one of her pockets a coin bag. “First bid is on me.” She tossed it on the barrel as everyone squirmed around for the next amusement of Liar’s Dice. She managed to move through the crowd with her pig, Scribbles tailing behind her. “This doesn’t make up for what you did to my hand, lassy. I would watch my back if I were you.” The pirate slammed back down on his chair. “Who wants to wager?” Rhae slammed the door behind her as she climbed up to the main deck. Joining Daemon at the wheel. “You wanted to see me?” She grabbed her pig placing him on her shoulder as she began to wrap her hand up with some shreds of her scarf.

Grimm: Daemon remained standing by the wheel as Rhaenarys joined him, her pockets visibly heavy from her winnings moments before. The one Daemon had sent to fetch her did not return and instead had joined the rest in their game. Rules were lax aboard The Wraith when there was little to do but kill time until port was reached or a ship was to be boarded. Gambling was frequent though kept quiet and fights often bubbled beneath the surface though rarely came to blows. Luckily for the crew, the Captain never left his quarters, or so they thought, and the First Mate was so often absent minded that as long as they did nothing to draw his not so easily gotten attention, they were okay.

Glancing up from his compass to regard Rhae when she joined him, Daemon chuckled. "If you keep picking on Johnny you're going to end up not making it to the next port. And that pig, well, I'm sure we can all guess what's going to happen to him."

Shaking the compass, Daemon cussed and frowned. "Damn thing, just point where I need to go." Of course, that's not exactly how compass's worked, but people rarely tried to correct the First Mate as he shook his little box. Scoffing, he stuffed the item back in his pocket and pulled hard on the wheel, suddenly flinging the ship hard to port 90 degrees. A roar of annoyance echoed from below deck but Daemon just whistled idly, not paying them no mind.

"So, Missy, we're heading to King's Landing. Got a bit of business to do there and youuuuuuuuu are going to help me." Daemon dragged out the word as he turned his head around to look at Rhae again. "Hope you're ready, lass. You're going to need at least 3 men with you."

Suddenly, again, Daemon whipped the wheel back to starboard and the ship almost skid through the water as it turned 180 degrees and started in the complete opposite direction it was just going in. Again the crew bellowed in irritation as Daemon leaned closer to Rhae.

"I love doing that."

There was no reason for him to turn to port, he needed to go to starboard anyway, Daemon just had a strange sense of humor. "Shouldn't be gambling aboard the Capt'ns vessel anyway lads." Daemon roared back at them and they all quickly fell silent. Or as silent as Daemon could make out. Glancing at Rhae's hand, he raised a brow before handing her a bottle of rum that for some reason he still had stored in his coat.

"Try to make it to port, lass. It will be a pain if I have to rely on someone else for what we're gonna do."

It was the first time Daemon seemed genuinely interested in the girls well being, or even sound of mind in any conversation he ever had with someone aboard The Wraith. When done, his eyes looked back towards the head of the ship again, hand still on the wheel as they made way towards the throne of the King of Westeros, a place Pirates rarely to never visited. Then again, Daemon, or Straga, was no ordinary pirate, now was he?


Diitzy: The rules upon a ship must of slipped the back of her mind. The lust of greed really became an obsession for Rhaenyrs. Aside from her pig, the only true compassion she had was for her gold. She took a few steps forward and turned her body to face the head of the ship. Staring at the horizon she shrugged, “Johnny doesn’t like losing to me. I can’t help it.I just like seeing the look on his ugly face” .

While Daemon continued to argue with the tiny little box. Rhaenyrs continued to just stare. Before she could open her mouth the boat swung in 90 degrees in Daemon’s desired direction as Rhae lost her balance staggering to the side. Rhaenyrs’ swung her arms to catch her balance as she repeated the destination. “King’s Landing?”. The main thought that circled her mind was why were they going to King’s Landing? Pirates aren’t welcome there. Every pirate knows that it’s best to stay away. “Aye, I’ll pick three men” She didn’t question his intentions. She was curious and even a slight be honored to help Daemon out. “Will...The Captain be joining us?” The captain always slipped the back of her mind during these assignments. She has never seen the notorious Captain Straga. Yet, she’s been part of his crew for years now. Curiosity can kill.

Once again she was caught off guard as she stumbled forward bumping right into Daemon. He muttered how he loved to do this, sick humour as Rhae planted her feet gathering her balance. “Erm… Thank you?” She took the rum. It was like he could read her mind. She needed a drink after that navigation behind the wheel.

Rhae took Daemon’s advice. Clearly he noticed her bleeding hand. Her eyes caught his gaze as she shook her hand. “Oh this? This was my doing. Can’t be too careful with a dagger” She chuckled. “You can count on me, Daemon. I wouldn’t want you to rely on anyone else either”. She lifted the the bottle to her pig who started licking the rum from the bottle. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”