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>Negresses had to dance, and striptease was the order of the day. White women would be seduced on tables or on the floor; and there was jungle laughter as Negresses hit the men in the face with their breasts and flaunted their buttocks. When the buccaneers tired of Negresses, white harlots would descend in scores and the rate of copulation was exceeded only by the intake of raw rum. The ships’ crews would not, of course, have bothered to wash or change ahead of their revel, and their cotton trousers were often still covered in Spanish blood; the stink was unbearable — like being in a cage filled with skunks. No one left the tavern during the traditional week of orgies: the men would sleep on the floor when alcoholic remorse eventually overcame them, only to waken again and drink until the alcohol took effect once more. When such an orgy had gone on for long enough within the tavern, Morgan would give instructions for casks of rum and Madeira wine to be rolled into the street. There in the tropical night and by the light of flaming torches the pirates would continue with their previous activities, which also included gambling on a fantastic scale, fistfuls of reales and golden doubloons representing the chips. No wonder the buccaneers needed a great number of expeditions, for they ran out of money within hours of being paid their share. As in other activities Morgan was ring-leader of the orgies, and would sing at the top of his voice, banging on the table with both fists and throwing money around like water. He was a fornicator on a grand scale (he scarcely ever copulated in public, however), although at this time he had been married for two years.