The water was clear. The Captain held the glass aloft for the crew to see. So far, so good. The riotous lot seemed somewhat calmed by the sight. It was purely a temporary respite.

"Aye, for sure it *looks* clean," said one of the braver sailors. "But I can't merely believe that won't poison us all just like what was in the barrels before. And, beggin' your pardon, we can't be drinking no seawater, no matter what fancy magic you do to it."

The Captain sighed. The two sailors lost to the poisoned water had caused an uprising, it seemed mutiny was inevitable. A crew can't run without water; almost as essential as rum. He'd had to quell the mutiny by swift action, smashing the barrels of the poisoned water, piling the pieces of wood in the center of the deck, lighting a fire, and boiling seawater right there and then, as the crew looked on in astonishment. It was pretty much a miracle he hadn't burned through the deck. But his makeshift still had made them some water, hopefully enough until the next rain.

"Well?" said the brave crewman. "Let's see you drink the stuff!" The rabble chanted "Drink, drink, drink!" as the Captain placed the cup to his lips.