If it can be broken, it means it still w o r k s

Phoebe glared at him, before standing and brushing herself off, being careful of her cut. “So how the hell do I get off this island?”

"It's not simple. See, we're not allowed to leave." The captain replied, messing with his hook.

"What is that?" Phoebe asked, watching him closely, body tensing.

Killian popped the cork off of the bottle. “Rum. Trust me, it’ll disinfect that injury.”

"You’re going to waste it on my leg? Can I at least take a drink first?" Phoebe asked, eyebrows knitting together.

Killian tilted his head a bit before holding the bottle out to her. “Don’t drink too much, lass. Haven’t got that much left.”

Phoebe took the bottle cautiously and took a small sip before handing the bottle back, making a face as it burned down her throat. “Thanks.” She said quietly.

He flashed a small smile. “Now, let’s take a look at that wound.”

Phoebe nodded nervously and listed the hem of the long dress, revealing the cut. “I don’t remember how I got this….”

"Hm…" Killian examined the cut then poured the rum on it.

Phoebe winced, hands balled up into fists. “What the hell…..”

"Right, forgot to mention. It burns." Killian said casually, putting the cork back on the bottle and standing up.

"What is that?" Phoebe asked, watching him closely, body tensing.

Killian popped the cork off of the bottle. “Rum. Trust me, it’ll disinfect that injury.”

"You’re going to waste it on my leg? Can I at least take a drink first?" Phoebe asked, eyebrows knitting together.

Killian tilted his head a bit before holding the bottle out to her. “Don’t drink too much, lass. Haven’t got that much left.”

Phoebe took the bottle cautiously and took a small sip before handing the bottle back, making a face as it burned down her throat. “Thanks.” She said quietly.

He flashed a small smile. “Now, let’s take a look at that wound.”

Phoebe nodded nervously and listed the hem of the long dress, revealing the cut. “I don’t remember how I got this….”

"Hm..." Killian examined the cut then poured the rum on it.

"What is that?" Phoebe asked, watching him closely, body tensing.

Killian popped the cork off of the bottle. “Rum. Trust me, it’ll disinfect that injury.”

"You’re going to waste it on my leg? Can I at least take a drink first?" Phoebe asked, eyebrows knitting together.

Killian tilted his head a bit before holding the bottle out to her. “Don’t drink too much, lass. Haven’t got that much left.”

Phoebe took the bottle cautiously and took a small sip before handing the bottle back, making a face as it burned down her throat. “Thanks.” She said quietly.

He flashed a small smile. "Now, let's take a look at that wound."

"What is that?" Phoebe asked, watching him closely, body tensing.

Killian popped the cork off of the bottle. “Rum. Trust me, it’ll disinfect that injury.”

"You’re going to waste it on my leg? Can I at least take a drink first?" Phoebe asked, eyebrows knitting together.

Killian tilted his head a bit before holding the bottle out to her. "Don't drink too much, lass. Haven't got that much left."

"What is that?" Phoebe asked, watching him closely, body tensing.

Killian popped the cork off of the bottle. "Rum. Trust me, it'll disinfect that injury."

Killian chuckled, ignoring Smee. "Nice name- now, you're going to need that leg fixed up." He said, taking a bottle out of his satchel.