Cries of pain, Dutch obscenities, grunts and growls follow Bastiaan as he claws his way through the fray. His clothes are grabbed, pulled at and torn before they finally get him down onto the deck.
"//You're more trouble than you're worth, little Rat. I should just put a lead ball in your skull like I do the rest of the rats on board!//" The sailor puts the muzzle of his pistol to Bastiaan's temple and begins to pull the hammer back. He's laughing low in Bastiaan's ear when the young man's head cracks him in the face. He rolls off, reeling from the head butt and his shot goes wild catching a fellow crewman in the shin.