He did a bit of smuggling now and then. One had to work for one's drink, like an honest man. The problem was that Steve drank faster than he worked, and as he was rowing the small boat to the beach, his judgement was already compromised.

Be quiet. Dont draw attention to yourself. He could do that drink! Drunk! Dr..ank!? As his boat touched the shore and he staggered out, he spotted a pretty young lady. Well wasn't he lucky? He smiled stupidly. "Pssssssssst! Miiiiiiss!" It wasn't exactly a whisper.