A striking configuration of chalices nesting in their very own drakkar. In this way, should our dynasty fall, should son-shi be toppled, should the sky punchers be comprised and shame be cast upon our houses—at least these emblems will be dispatched safely, bearing the last remnant of our brotherhood, still wet from the saliva we once so mutually shared.

Found here (and realized at $575 American), among other red-stained items which appear to have once been pure and porcelain but now irreparably smudged by the mouths of those overboard on tropical punch.