The ancient mariner has been very fortunate, his hat runneth over with silver coins and bank notes from all corners of the world (but predominately with US presidents on em)

Hoisting his sea bag and slinging it over his left shoulder with the ease many years of practise can give you he wanders towards the tavern where his shipmates from the schooner Mudcat are.

Ahoy Mates! He smiles at the lovely barmaid, and orders 10 jugs of Best Bitter   She frowns and asks the mariner don't you mean a jug and ten glasses? No Lassie ten jugs one each fer me and me mates.
Having a party she asks? No Lassie just a quiet drink with some old friends. He winks and leaves her a large tip....