Drink! Drink! Drink!

The pirates welcome you to their table. They even pay for your first drink! What a nice bunch of bloodthirsty cutthroat scallywags. When the big bear barmaid delivers your drink, you catch a whiff and recoil! The pirates give you a look that seems to imply you are a lily-livered landlubber (or some other such nautical insult) if you don't partake of this swill...

This stuff is friggin' rocket fuel! Luckily, it only takes a few sips before your apprehensions about the brew fade away - as do most of your other faculties. Unfortunately, after a few mugs of the pirates' turbo-grog, you lean your chair a bit too close to the fire and instantly combust. Whoops! You die!