The old man sat by the window, chugging a tankard of something reeking of ocean water and booze. Lovely, lovely grog. Rather than brooding in the corner like some childish adventure hero, he was laughing and singing with a few of the other old salts who'd found their way here by the window. The bounty of that table would have been enough to send most marines running for their money. The scene from the corner-skulking man and the girl drew a new batch of laughter.

"Looks like he's yer knight in shinin' armor, lassie! Comin' to the rescue of a little girl! Aye, so big and brave, startin' barfights over a girl insulting a man!"

Another long chug, he continued laughing at the ongoing dramatacism.

"Tip yer hat and bend yer knee, laddie! Let her know you'll kill these men who've said barely three words ta ya to protect her from the consequences of her actions! GWAAAAAHAHA!"