Loss of Good Rum

What we be about to do be a great sin, mate. I hope the Goddess o' Rum will forgive this foolish scallywag. Aye, we'll poison the rum in the inn, wha' a damn shame, ain't it?

But sometimes ye gotta do wha' ye gotta do. Here's the poison, just toss it into the huge keg of rum they usually keep on the low level of the port, close to the auction house. They fill the rum everyday 'n they've got thar share already, they will only be feelin' it tomorrow.

Just go already, this action makes me eyes water.

What kind of monster am I to make ye sully such great rum, I hope one day I will be able to forgive meself.