"Gotta get used to it, huh?" Flint caught the bottle again, taking a deep swig from the rum. "This is sum' great booze," hbme murmured, looking up at Mythica and holding the bottle up to her. "So get used to it," he offered with a soft grin. "I imagine, well, if yer pirate ass experienced better, there ain't no point in me gettin' up, heh."