Murray stared out toward the faraway, and began throwing rocks into the sea in anger.
"That no-good, backstabbing, mean rat! First you betray my friend Bentley, then you try to kill Sly, and now you're trying to kill us all! I've had it! I've freaking had it!" He stomped in a fit of rage. He turned around and saw Henriette looking at him in shock.
"Calm down, mate," Henriette tried to soothe him, "That be no way for a man to act."
"I just can't stand it!" Murray shouted again, "She was our friend!"
"And Roger be me first-mate once, Murray," she reminded him, "You think I wasn't upset when he betrayed us? You acted a lot like this at that moment, too."
—"I am seriously getting tired of having to deal that big fat...DUMMY! How long is it going to take until we actually defeat her?!"
"I told you, calm down," Henriette finally lost her patience with Murray, "as Captain of the Emerald Eclipse, I order you to calm down!"
When Murray saw the look on Henriette's face, he immediately tried calming down.
"Now, I came to tell you that I be in trouble for not telling the gang about me stint in the wreck." Henriette noticed Bentley approaching her.
"Yeah, about that," the turtle began, "I discovered why the wreck is out there. "Apparently, Blue Blood Benjamin's fleet drank too much Coconut Rum and the ships crashed into each other."
"So you want me to get everyone drunk?" Henriette concluded.
"No," said Bentley, "We need the opposite. We have to get rid of all of the rum in Topaz Lagoon."
Henriette stared at Bentley in a state of shock and horror, as if the unthinkable was about to happen.
"Henriette," Bentley continued to explain the exposition, "it's the only way we're going to even the odds. There are too many pirates. They'll attack each other and not us if we get rid of the one thing that makes them, well... You know, for once, I don't actually have anything to say. Murray, you'll be the one who has to get rid of the rum. There are fresh supplies of rum barrels all around the town. Do you think you're up for it, big guy?"
"'The Murray' is ready for anything!" He said confidently, before Henriette dashed in front of him.
"No! Not my rum! Anything but the rum!" She said frantically.
"I'm sorry, Henriette, but "The Murray" needs to do his duty," the hippo told her and headed off to destroy the rum barrels.
Henriette grabbed a bottle of rum at that moment while nobody was looking and took a quick sip of rum behind everyone's back.
Murray looked determined as he bolted to the barrels. Bentley specifically instructed him to destroy 25 barrels of rum. He saw some pirates run towards him, but he took them out with a few punches. He repeated this sequence a few times before he finally destroyed all the barrels.
A seagull was alking around tryiing to find some rum, but couldn't. He looks at a capuchin. "Hey! Do you have rum, landlubber?"
"What you be talking about, matey?" a capchin said, "I be dry as a desert! Where's the rum? Wait, are you stealing it, mate?"
"No, mate," the seagull replied, "But I bet you're holding out on me." The two pirates started brawlling with each other, and sure enough, other pirates start fighting each other for the same reason.
"We did it!" Bentley cheered, "Black Beard will have to fight us ourselves! You see, Henriette, it worked like a charm. Huh?!"
The turtle too one look at Henriette as she headed toward Murray and Bentley in what appeared to be a drunken stupor.
"Hey, boys," she slurred.
"Henriette?!" Bentley said, "Tell me you didn't drink the rum! We need you for the assault on Black Beard!"
"I love it when you call me salty, mate," the pirate raccoon said as she walked up to Murray and began giggling.
"Aren't you a pretty man?" She said with a hiccup, "Now give me a hug and call me merry."
With another hiccup, she fell over. She rolled onto her back and looked up at Murray. "Coconut Rum. It does wonders for your hair, mate," she said before she passed out.
Murray just rolled his eyes, lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her back to the safehouse.
Job Complete