I always intend to remember this holiday and never do until it's upon me. All for the best, I suppose, because at the moment I'm four books into Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey and Maturin series and when all is quiet in my mind, the only thing I see is a sneezy sloth tugging at Jack's sleeve eyeing him sweetly for more grog and cake. All I hear later is "JACK! You've debauched my sloth!"
Give me the opportunity and I can bluster like an overweight post-captain or enthuse like an underfed Irish/Catalan spy.
But I haven't yet found that verbal swagger particular to a pirate.
Maybe later in the series, when Jack goes privateer.
Have a personal-serving sized grog mix until then:
from Lissuns in the Galley's rum section. Lissuns in the Galley, for what it's worth, also seems to be maintained by folk with a soft spot in their hearts for yon post-captain and spy.
1 shot rum
1 teaspoon superfine sugar
Squeeze of lime juice
Stir all ingredients, adding enough boiling water to fill mug or glass.