Rum

by Kayden Eidyak

He stared at it.

Ran a finger down the smooth side.

Tapped his rings against it and played a melody he had come to love.

How could something so simple be so perfect?

He uncorked the bottle and gazed down the neck into the amber depths.

He rocked it in a circular motion, letting it slosh around inside until he became dizzy.

If he could ever have met the man who had concocted this wonderful thing he would have worshiped the ground he walked on.

For it had to be a man. No woman would ever have thought to create something of this nature.

He grinned in remembrance of Elizabeth's description of the drink.

Vile.

Oh, heavens, no. It was exquisite. She just didn't understand.

He lifted the bottle to his lips and let the liquid cascade down his throat, straight to his stomach where it warmed him to the tips of his fingers and toes.

"Captain!" a voice called from outside.

The pirate sighed and poked the cork back into the bottle.

"I'll be right back," he whispered to it.

He took a look back before he left the room and in the lantern light, he fancied that it winked at him.