It was then that the gristled pirate walked in. He'd been away for a few months and now had heavy pockets. Hopefully, they would be heavy enough to mock at some sort of dowry for Katie's uncle- it was starting to get tiring that Nathan walked in, and Katie was either getting harassed, or had plenty of stories of it happening. It was worrisome enough that his crew was a thrown together mesh of runaway mercenaries and vagabonds; his own safety was already at question. Worrying about Katie's as well was too much, particuarly when she was out of sight.

For instance, it was happening just then. Someone was harassing her. Nathan was tired, and the last thin he wanted to see was some asshole after his girl. With a sound that cound't be described as anything but a growl, Nathan pushed his was through the crowd, to Katie and the drunken man. "You'd best find yourself another girl," he offered. "This one is mine, y'drunk fuck." The man, however, was clearly too inebriated to listen. He turned and spat in Nathan's face, which was not his smartest move.

Before Nathan could even say hello to his love, he was getting in a fight. The next moment, Nathan's fist connected with the man's chest, which caused him to stumble backwards and let go of Katie. "Sorry, dear, bit of a long day," he explained. The man who had grabbed Katie glowered at the pair of them, but evidently decided that they weren't worth it, as he shook his head and went to go grab some other barmaid.

"I hope that hasn't been happening too often. Though I can't really blame them. You're beautiful," Nathan remarked, turning to Katie.