The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 4 Page 8

Then began an orgy that must render description bald and colorless. Casks were broached by knocking out the heads; long horns of cattle were filled to slopping over with rare wine or powerful rum; and then up leaped Hanglip on to an unbroached cask, cup in hand, and bellowed a toast that set the trees, the sea, the skies clamoring with rasping applause.

“The next vessel as heaves in sight, lads! May her sails be silk, her masts be gold, and her great cabin full o’ rum, with a pretty wench sittin’ atop o’ every keg!”

From the fire came the odor of roasting meat, and the black night came down outside, making of the small circle where the pirates sprawled a blotch of infernal light, peopled with infernal shapes. But a sprinkling of faces a shade less evil