Having litle else to lose when a jagged edged pirate weapon is rapidly approaching your vitals, you let fly with a right to Davy's highly hairy jaw.

Despite the thick layer of beerd, your fist connects with a satisfying crunch, --- you just hope the pirate's face feels more damaged than your knuckles do.

Davy steps backwards, planely quite disorientated by your sudden attack. You weigh in, giving him a left, but quickly have to step back to avoid a viscious chop of the cutlass, ---- obviously the pirate wasn't that! surprised.

You land a hook to the side of the Captain's head, and are just reflecting that this hole fighting lark isn't really all that bad, when Davy hauls off with his right and catches you with a hefty hook to the stomach.

usually this would result in at the worst some rather nasty brusing and probably you being winded, however when we're talking about pirates delivering a hook it's quite another matter.

You suddenly realize your lying on the floor, and the large mass of rather rubbery looking stuff around you is actually your internal organs which it would seem, are now very much external organs.

Your not left to think about this sudden change in deffinition for long however, sinse it doesn't take too much time for Davy to stride over and do something very quick and perminant with his cutlass.

And the moral of the story is, violence never solves anything, ---- or at least not when your opponent has a steel hook and a bloody big knife (or small sword), and you've only got your bare hands which, --- sadly for you, unlike bear hands are not equipped with gigantic claws.

So, your now rather dead I'm afraid.

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