Khal watched the man drop a bottle of ale next to him, as he rocked back and forth in his chair. He quickly grabed the ale, and drunk from it hoping it would calm him. Kahl drunk about half the bottle before he saw three crew man had ran through the tavern door. 

Kahl let out a shreak and unsheathed his dagger. He clutched it close to him as one the crew mates walked closer to him. The other two stayed a few feet behind. Kahl threw his dagger, his aim true as it had went through the mans neck. Kahl started to cry leaping of the chair and into a corner, feeling helpless.

"No! Please, dont kill me. I don't wanna go to the captian! He'll beat me. I don't wanna be beaten! HELP!"