"Oh my," Jim muttered to himself as he heard the wind. He hadn't have a coin to his name, so there was no way he could stay here for the night. "Well," he began as he stood up from the chair he'd been in, trying to find a way to finish his task, "I guess it's time to go.". He quickly stood up and headed towards the door, prepping himself to go out in the storm. It was going to be a long night in this weather. As soon Jim took a step out the door, he was pushed back by a gust of wind, and he had to steady himself before he could push on towards the docks. As he was persevering through the harsh weather he saw two buildings with a gap between each other, one of the building's roofs was a bit farther out than most and he quickly took shelter. As he was sitting their, his hands on his knees, out of breath, he heard something move in the shadows down the alley. Jim hurriedly stood up in a panic, Tortuga was a hub for criminals and he should have been more weary entering a dark nook like he did. He quickly grabbed his dagger from his belt, holding it in his right hand like a mini sword. Suddenly, he was hit in the jaw with the but of a dagger as two men came out of the shadows, both holding rust old daggers of their own in their hands. Even though Jim's well-taken-care of dagger was easily a superior weapon to the two thieves' daggers, they obviously had a better handle on how to use them then he did. "Well," the pirate began, rubbing his jaw and getting into a combative stance, " I don't think you'll want to mess with me boys. I have a couple of people who wouldn't be happy to hear that you took the life of me. Besides, I don't have anything worth taking.".

"Well," one of the thieves, a taller man with dark skin and hair, replied in a mocking tone, " I think we want to mess wit' you. No 'un will know who killed you. Besides, you have such a nice dagger.". With that he left his partner's side and charged the pirate his dagger ready to rip into his prey's stomach. Jim clumsily side stepped the man, almost tripping in the process. He was quick to recover, though, and he kicked out at the thief. He connecting with the thief's ribs and sent the man sprawling. In the sudden action, Jim forgot to pay attention to the other man and received a deep cut in the in his right arm, he quickly elbowed his attacker in the face. Jim called out as a sudden pain shot through his cut arm on contact with the mans face. In anger, he took his dagger in his other hand and rammed it into the other mans shoulder, in jurying him, but not killing. After that he gave the second thief a kick too, his weapons still lodged into his attackers shoulder.

As he began to examine his arm and clear his mind in the brief second he had before his attackers retaliated, he heard voices. In the wind, he soon began to recognize them as Cris and Henry's, two people he overheard talking in the bar. Jim took a chance and called out, "Cris, Henry! I need help!" into the storm, hoping that they would think he was a friend and that they would come to his aid. Hopefully, the pirate thought, they wouldn't try to attack him after the thieves were taken care of. Tortuga wasn't a safe place.