Put 100 bottles of Rum on the Wall before the Mods take them!

[Crestshot]

42 bottles. I think Sharky had it last, actually.

[Mr. Skiperdoo]

43 bottles. O.k can Sharky show me where it is?

[Jack Shipsteel]

44 bottles. Aye. Decided it would be appropiate to put stickers and other decorations on it. Sigh...

It's over there Skipperdoo, in the chamber.

[WitchdoctorDan]

45 bottles. I plundered this one from a Spanish dude. That's how I got this gaping chest wound, too. /sigh.

[Jack Shipsteel]

46 bottles. Blast it... I knew the Spaniards had been working on a Drink Replicator, but I deemed they had merely started, not finished!

Witchdoctor, please, destory that blasted thing. Who knows what the Spaniards have done to it.

[WitchdoctorDan]

47 bottles. No, the Brits paid quite well for it. Go hunt it down, Jack.

[Jack Shipsteel]

48 bottles. Argh!!!!

I hope you're pleased Dan. Now I'll have to spend the rest of my evening hunting them down. Blast!

[Captain Sharktooth]

49 bottles. Have fun.

[Jack Shipsteel]

50 bottles. Continue working on my Drink Replicator whilst I hunt them down, Sharky! Stealthy! Skipperdoo!

All S's. Strange.

[WitchdoctorDan]

51 bottles. They just sunk, Jack! But... not into the sea. Into a black hole leading to an alien empire at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle. Good luck swimming down that far with 1700s tech.

[Jack Shipsteel]

52 bottles. Alien Empire? Long as they don't come up from the seas and steal my thunder, they can rot down there.

[Mr. Skiperdoo]

53 bottles. I'm almost done with the replicator.

[Jack Shipsteel]

54 bottles. Good. Nearly a month behind schedule, but good.

[WitchdoctorDan]

55. A month? Did you fall asleep? This is 2011, my friend. I do believe you are 250 years behind schedule.

[Mr. Skiperdoo]

56 bottles. Almost...