Jack: No!  Not good! Stop!  Not good!  What are you doing?  You've burned all the food, the shade, the rum.
Elizabeth:  Yes, the rum is gone.
Jack: Why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: One, because it is a vile drink that turns respectable men into scoundrels.  Two, that signal is over 1,000 feet high.  The entire Royal Navy is looking for me.  Do you think there is the slightest chance they won't see it?
Jack: But why is the rum gone?

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