A/N:

I so hope I haven't stolen the tavern name from some other story I remember in my subconscious! ;D

Entry 13

Jack and Gibbs brushed past Will and Peter and set off to another direction, behind another corner and along a new street, heading all the way at the end of it where Will took notice of a rundown building. A sign of as poor condition with numerous bullet holes and cuts deforming the figure of a bride once carved on its surface hanging down from broken chains. But among all the several years of damages made on the wood by both men and weather, Will could still make out the name painted on it with green letters; The Faithful Bride tavern.

"This place is based upon irony", Peter commented just then, glancing up to the very same sign until returned his gaze back down. To stare at a woman standing at the doorway of the inn, wearing a ragged wedding dress and half withered bouquet of violets in her hand, who was now finding entertainment in the arms of another man after having her husband for the night pass out into a dung heap. The bearded hog soon enough sweeping her off her feet and whisking the old maid off inside the establishment with a raucous laughter, Peter making a nod and stepping over the forgotten and stranded spouse.

"Maybe marriage vows are not so holy after all."

Will made a small smile as followed Peter inside, both making their way through the entrance to be welcomed by yet another space full of scent of sweat and alcohol, the customer base as wanton as ever, throwing fits over simple shams in a card game or a single look given across the room the wrong way. But regardless the noticeable lack of excitement Peter hold for this newest dump he was about to step into, after the passing feeling of aversion he made it his business to blend in this swaggerer lot after all. Bravely walking in, only to have his plan ruined by a hand which seized his sleeve from his left in an instant. The owner of it being who else than the very same bride they'd seen carried inside but a minute ago by the quickly found husband replacement, for that reason it amazing both of the young men that she was already making a pass on another man. But then again, against all odds, in their minds they forgot that they were in Tortuga.

So, as this thought occurred to both of them, Peter and Will didn't have to search for long until their eyes found this woman's previous companion lie dead on the ground. His skull pierced by a stray bullet. Peter blinked in disbelief as the woman pursed her lips at him, rubbing herself against Peter in the most inappropriate way, flapping her eyelashes furiously. Giving him a seductive smile.

"Will you marry me?" she asked, her voice full of honey as she pressed against Peter who now was frowning, rolling his eyes as unhanded himself from the annoying wench most definitely not his type.

"Sure, love", he replied, with a fake smile which turned into a bored stare. Him next carelessly shoving the woman of his latest acquaintance straight into Will's unsuspecting arms. "Congratulations Will. Meet your wife of the hour."

Will was startled by the sudden weight of the woman as she was plopped into his arms without a warning, him directing astounded look first at the bride, until Will's this time quite distressed eyes sought Peter's back. Only to see it advance among the crowd, this time Peter disregarding his friend, it becoming evident that he was just going to leave Will to cope by himself. And sure enough, he felt to be in a pinch when this woman didn't seem to even notice to be embraced by another man altogether, where Will tried his hardest to support her with his arms to prevent her from falling. Well, like once considered, Will wasn't sure did any of the women of this town take even that much interest to care in whose hands they found themselves from. But his mulling was now cut by the woman's palm which rose to scoop his cheek, the other smoothing the brown sideburn.

"Are you going to marry me?" she asked again, now petting Will's small goatee with the tips of her fingers, giggling, finally straightening her posture. Pressing so close that Will could feel her breaths on his skin, detecting the expected scent of liquor. But her sudden and improper closeness caused Will to swallow, him only giving the woman uneasy look as stepped back in embarrassment. In turn escaping from her wandering hands like Peter had for hours after arriving to Tortuga.

Will opened his mouth to speak. But in the end had to say nothing as instantly after backing up and taking away the support from the woman, Will gasped for surprise as she collapsed to the floor. Staying there, Will soon enough hearing light snoring as bent down a little to shake the woman in worry typical for his nature. But finding his concern unfounded he only sighed, grasping her armpits. Hauling her body carefully against a pillar at a small distance away, to get her to the sidelines in case of a brawl where she could get caught in in her drunken slumber. And after he left her to her own devices he hurried through the room where he saw Peter to be. Once again dodging the flying daggers and deadly bullets now quite habitually (being able to predict where the next lethal object would fly from by the developed sixth sense of his), Will giving his friend a slight glare as stopped by his side. Peter lifting his brows at him in return, innocent looking.

"What?"

"Next time, deal with your women yourself", Will said a little pointedly, letting out a new sigh, of frustration this time, glancing around. Seeing Gibbs and Jack stuff themselves at the back of the room they were in, seeking some privacy and less pairs of ears to become aware of their business. Jack soon enough standing and rambling toward them, with admirable flexibility avoiding a man who swung by him, hanging from a chandelier from his clothes while drinking away his pint. Swinging his cutlass around in a jest only he found very amusing. Guffawing to himself as the weapon's tip accidentally stuck to a certain pirate's hat, skewering it. Peter gave Will a smirk as a new wrangle started behind Jack's back.

"Oh come on, Will. It's not every day you find a woman who's basically dropped in your lap", he joked, earning a painful smack on his back. Peter laughed, but it was cut short by arriving Jack, him handing a couple of coins to questionable looking Peter who gave the given money a browlifting. Jack waved toward Gibbs who was eyeing at them from the distance, Peter suddenly recognizing the leathery pouch the pirate was stuffing into his breast pocket. So, he'd snatched the docking fees of Port Royal's Harbormaster... Peter stared at him expressionless, once again reminded of the fact that the man they were with was after all incorrigible criminal. A dolt perhaps, but a tragicomically brilliant criminal.

"Something potable for me and my mate, radge", Jack stated rather than requested, Peter narrowing his eyes as the pirate was quick to turn around and leave. Peter letting out a long breath as watched him to sit back down, starting a conversation with Gibbs. Peter tossed the coins in the air in irritation.

"This is exactly why I left. To start a dishonest life and heft rum to him and his bloody Rigthpondian chum over there like some darn barmaid!" he sighed, after all Will watching him to go to the counter to buy two pints of rum. Soon returning and walking toward the back room where Jack and his first mate were waiting in. But quickly enough Jack then hurried to receive the drinks halfway, meeting up with him at the doorway, flashing him a smile. One which clearly prompted Peter to bugg off.

"Ta."

Indeed taking the hint Peter shoved the tankards to him, so forcefully that some of the contents spilled over the edges. This caused Jack to frown where Peter gave him a jeering smile, seeing his intended annoyance for the wasted beverage, him then making a slight curtsy of ultimate mock until straightened. Stepping away as instantly was left out of Jack's attention, him about to turn. But in the middle Jack now halted, directed somewhat careful glance around the room, then turning to look at Will. A remarkable expression in his eyes.

"Keep a sharp eye", he urged him, serious, nodding at Will who turned to answer his stare puzzled. But he wasn't given any explanation, as immediately after the final word the pirate retreated into his corner with Gibbs, sitting down, handing his mate one of the drinks Peter had just acquired for them.

Wide grin spread on Gibbs' lips as he eagerly reached for his own, but then Jack paused. Seeming to hesitate between the bigger and smaller pint, in the end giving the one with less rum to his right hand man, who didn't look the most pleased by this self-centered solution. But not taking notice in his mate's disappointent Jack stared at Gibbs, about to take a sip of his drink until lifted a matter-of-fact finger.

"Just the one", he reminded, Gibbs nodding in concur, smiling with a wink.

"Best make it last then."

Peter eyed at the two, in the end simply folding his arms in boredom just as Gibbs gave him a sudden look. Lifting the cup as a thankful gesture.

"*Slainté, lad."

Will glanced behind the wall at spoken Gibbs, then seeing Peter to incline his head for surprise until left the men alone with themselves. Taking his place next to his friend, now both of them starting to survey their surroundings as ordered. Watching the usual bedlam go down from a safe distance away. But fallen into his thoughts, keeping an eye on something with Will he had no clue about, Peter ended up prying on Jack's conversation with Gibbs which the racket of shot pistols and noisy roughnecks could not fully conceal from his ears.

"What's the nature of this venture of yourn?" Peter heard Gibbs query from Jack in great interest, small pause ensuing as Jack waited for a moment until replied. Death serious, causing Gibbs to cough up some rum due to the shock his Captain's announcement created in him.

"I'm going after The Black Pearl."

Peter turned his head a little toward the conversing men, leaning his head against the wall to hear better the exchanged words. He couldn't get rid of that tiny voice of doubt which kept warning him (and which he had to admit to hold a certain same tone with his sister's), it telling him not to trust the only man he and Will could count on. Peter needed to find out more about Jack's motives, to very least put his mind at some rest. So he as well wanted to take part in this conversation, though most probably would've been chased away had he boldly sat on a chair right next to theirs to have a pint himself with the lads. Where Will didn't seem to be listening, just kept on eyeing at the fighting and drinking people a reserved expression on his face. This time also prepared to take out his weapon and defend his life if it came to that, tensing up when the situation turned alarming at times.

Peter heard Gibbs let out a cough, getting the drink out of his lungs as Jack continued. "I know where it's going to be. And I'm going to take it."

Yet another resolutely voiced out statement. Peter made a confused frown, turning thoughtful as it was Gibbs' turn to talk. There was disbelief in his voice.

"Jack, it's a fool's errand", he contested the idea, turning as well serious. "You know better than me the tales of The Black Pearl."

This caused hairs on Peter's arms to rise, him getting a bad feeling from that sentence. It giving him a premonition of some kind, Gibbs' words creating a threat in his mind as he looked at the ceiling in ponders, confused. Tales about The Pearl? What kind of tales they were talking about? So he wondered, but on the second thought as his imagination started to canter freely, he after all in some part of him wished not to know. If it meant his sister was facing much greater danger than he so far had believed. But his darn curiosity took the best of him. In there he was no different from other humans, and he found himself still listening intently. Feeling his heartbeat slow down, shivers running along his back as he next heard Jack talk after a pause. Peter took a peek at him behind the wall.

"That's why I know what Barbossa is up to", Jack told his first mate, staring at him remarkably as leant closer to him. Peter's eyes narrowed due the mention of the Captain of The Black Pearl, Jack lifting up his forefinger. "All I need is a crew."

"From what I hear tell of Captain Barbossa, he's not a man to suffer fools", Gibbs responded. "Nor strike a bargain with one."

"Well, then I'd say it's a very good thing I'm no fool then, eh?"

Will's wandering gaze rounding the room now happened to hit Peter, it taking notice of his friend to turn back around to stare in front of him. Unreadable expression on his face, his forehead in a pensive frown, his eyes so focused that it caused Will also to wrinkle his brows for wonder. But Peter didn't pay any heed to him even Will called him by his name several times. He was too deeply into overhearing the discussion about the devils responsible of Miranda's kidnapping, Gibbs' voice now starting to speak a little indignant.

"Prove me wrong!" it breathed louder. "What makes ye think Barbossa will give up his ship to you?"

This time Peter jolted, startling Will who had started to follow his odd behavior, Will now detaching himself from the wall as saw Peter next twirl around again. Him starting to stare at Jack his eyebrows drawn into a bewildered line, his eyes shining for utmost surprise. Shock even. Different thoughts were stirring inside Peter's mind at the moment, but he couldn't make anything reasonable out of them. So puzzled he was because of the just voiced out question which made no sense to him. But to Jack it seemed perfectly comprehensible, him looking down in thoughts himself until got one of those enigmatic looks on his face. His eyes widening as he leant forth the second time, staring at Gibbs, just as Will also abandoned his spot against the wall and crept next to Peter. Peering over his shoulder at the two secretive men, finally hearing a bit of their talk.

"Let's just say it's a matter of leverage, eh?"

Will's brows wrinkled only slightly for confusion, him witnessing Gibbs' as great bafflement as he stared at Jack in silence, Jack straightening, about to say something. But then he happened to notice Will's and Peter's stares, the eavesdroppers as well straightening and eventually withdrawing back behind the cover of the wall, when they saw Jack to shut his mouth immediately upon realizing that his private talk with Gibbs had gained unwanted listeners. So he didn't continue the conversation further before he was sure the young men weren't listening anymore.

"Are you in love with someone, Peter?" Will suddenly inquired. Cutting Peter's train of thought, him turning to give his friend half irritated half astonished gaze as Gibbs' and Jack's following words had been overwhelmed by Will's voice and the racket emanating from inside the rather small tavern. But ignoring this slight irksome fact Peter blinked as always while utterly befuddled, inclining his head questionably.

"What the heck are you asking about now?" he asked in turn. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Will was silent for a moment before replied. But when he did, Peter let out a curse in his mind as once again the ongoing conversation he'd so far listened in successfully was drowned under Will's well thought response.

"It's just that these last days have made me think about things like that", Will told him, gazing down until lifted his eyes to stare at the old candelabrum in the ceiling (which by now had been relieved of its excessive load when the man hanging from it had lost his life from a gunshot a moment past). Peter instead glanced at Gibbs and Jack while waiting Will to continue, then just sighing and dedicating all his attention to his friend. Who actually seemed to have turned quite serious about something when Peter now examined him. Peter folded his arms, leaning on the wall with his side as lifted his brows.

"That's understandable, but isn't it your love life that is in shambles rather than mine?" he questioned, gaining a faint amused smile from Will. He looked into his eyes.

"True enough. But that is exactly why I've been wondering... Today as well, the things you said on our way here. I started to suspect that you weren't talking about only Miranda, were you?"

Will probably saw the answer from Peter's face as it was his turn to look down, Will giving him a inquiring gaze as he stayed silent.

"Who is it you love, Peter?"

Peter released a long breath, closing his eyes, until rubbed his forehead. In the end shrugging, lifting up his palms. "She's... someone too wonderful for me to even describe. She's the most beautiful girl I've even laid my eyes upon."

Will looked now intrigued, smiling interested, as well turning toward Peter as listened to him. Seeing next gentleness in his brown irises as Peter was rubbing his hands together, wide smile making its way on his lips.

"The girl I love... probably doesn't even know of my feelings", Peter continued, letting out a dejected laugh. "Of course I haven't told her. I can never reveal my feelings, or t that's what Miranda keeps telling me, but... It's just that we've been friends for years, so I know everything about her. And just that regardless of all that I cannot call her by her first name and ask her hand in marriage because she is more privileged than me... It kills me. I love her so much, but can never tell her that."

Will directed a sad gaze at Peter, witnessing his evident sorrow these words made him feel. He pitied him, being able to see the depth of his feelings simply from his eyes which were now wandering around the room aimlessly, in the end falling back down. Staying there, until Will placed a comforting hand on Peter's arm. Peter then letting out a new laugh, even more dejected one. The smile he wore was blue.

"Besides even if I confessed my love, it wouldn't make a difference. She's in love with another man."

Will was surprised by this and he examined Peter, trying to conclude who this woman his friend had fallen so deeply could be, not getting any kind of hint from Peter whose replies had so far been quite vapid. But just as he was about to ask the name of this girl again, his intentions were interrupted by a stout woman who crashed into him all of a sudden. Waking both his and Peter's attention, Will turning to give the soused female a wary look as she leant against him heavily, laughing. Holding up the pint in her possession as directed rather flirtatious glance up to Will, who was speechless. Dumbfounded, trying to inch away from the appeared woman, as Peter was getting back his cheerfulness while watching his friend's predicament. Peter smirked evily, nodding to the woman.

"Ma'am."

Will glared at Peter who returned his gaze innocently, until he saw a realization in Will's as brown irises as his. Will then taking him by a surprise as managed to direct the woman forward, all the way to Peter, into whose arms Will then dumped her. Paying him back from the earlier incident upon entering this tavern, perplexed Peter staggering violently as the woman's massive figure was this time pressed against his. Peter's eyes were wide as they looked at grinning Will, him now nodding toward the new woman in Peter's hands.

"Congratulations Peter. I'm sure she'll make you really happy for the next hour", he taunted in amusement, Peter sending him a squint until noticed a young prostitute who happened to see Will's form leaning on the wall from the other side of the tavern. Alluring smile lifting the corners of her lips up as she immediately scurried to their direction, soon spooking Will as her hands sneaked upon his shoulders. It being now Peter's turn to smirk triumphantly.

"It seems we'll both be very happy men tonight with such fine ladies, eh Will?"

It was then that a certain older man arrived to the scene as well, interrupting Peter's banter. Wrenching the fat lady off Peter's arm regardless of her objections, taking her with him as Peter simply lifted his palms up as a submissive gesture after being impaled by the man's death glare. But they left without a hassle, Peter now starting to follow how the appeared young hooker tried to get into very reluctant Will's good side. And finally Jack's and Gibb's voices reached into Peter's ears again, him next turning to give them a look and saw them make a toast.

"Take what you can!"

"Give nothing back!"

But it was then, during the moment their pints were slammed on the table, that Will's highly alert senses finally bolted. Him whipping out his weapon quicker than Peter could blink. Him now following in sudden awe as yet again spooked Will jumped forth, fully prepared to fight, holding up his sword in the air threateningly as kicked a nearby table around. It falling on top of a unfortunate drunkard who'd passed out on the floor, the whole room ceasing of all voices and noise and each and every pair of eyes in addition to Peter's were staring at agitated Will. Him pointing the cutlass around, in each direction, expecting to see some rogue armed to his teeth to appear and charge at him. But as silence descended and none came, Will came to realize his miscalculation of danger, as the young prostitute who just a second ago had been all over him secretly inched toward Peter. Grasping his arm for unsaid protection, where the young man simply sighed, rubbing his neck as next noticed the glints of anger appearing in the gazes of the spectators of Will's abrupt fit. Jack and Gibbs leant forth to see what was the commotion about, Jack's eyes focusing on Will before they rolled for boredom.

"Are you begging for trouble?" Peter questioned under his breath, folding his arms as turned to gaze at Will incredulously. Earning an uneasy look back as the mistaken youngster sheathed his weapon in embarrassment. Now noticing the hostile stares he gained himself, swallowing. So much for keeping a low profile... Will turned around, returning back to Peter's side, but his eyes just happened to wander off to where Jack was sitting. Will seeing his altogether as well disbelieving expression, Gibbs now turning to the pirate Captain, nodding toward Will.

"Kid's a bit of a stick, ain't he?" Will heard him murmur questionably, him dropping his gaze bashful, as Peter's censorious turned irises bored into him when Will leant back against the wall. Possibly trying to merge into it. And Peter replied in Jack's stead, releasing a new sigh.

"Very much so."

"Sorry", was Will's turn to murmur, him directing his gaze to the side. Looking like he wanted to disappear, Peter leaning toward him.

"That isn't going to cut it this episode of yours causes some vulgarian to... here we go."

With a third, deep sigh Peter watched as the one been left under the table, the pirate with notable amount of muscle and weapons to compare his brutal strength was walking toward them. Awoken from his drunken delusions, anger turning his eyes ablaze when he pointed at Will where his other hand grasped a broad sword. Gritting his teeth together as next spoke with fury filled voice, his evident rage taking over his intoxication as it cleared his head from alcohol fumes.

"Was it you accursed brat who is responsible of this?" the man hollered, lifting a broken bottle of rum in sight. Peter could've just rolled his eyes but didn't. Sensing how Will tensed by his side, automatically his hand making its way to his own weapon to defend himself. But knowing from the start where this was going, against his habits Peter tried to act as a settler, stepping between his friend and the drunken man his hands up as a peaceful gesture.

"Take it easy pal", he said to the man, nodding toward the bottle. "What do you say if he gets you a drink to make amends for his stupidity, and you call it even?"

The pirate spat on Peter's jacket, him giving the disgusting stain on his clothes a hardly controlled gaze of anger as forced himself to meet the man's gaze calmly, after elbowing Will to shut his mouth as he'd apparently been about to protest against the used reference to his actions. But the picaroon didn't seem so eager to settle this like civilized people as was expected, but instead grabbed Peter's collar. Pulling him close as the tip of his weapon was stationed on his throat.

"This's none of yer business you rat!" the pirate snarled, glaring at Will, whose sword had now instantly been redrawn as he saw this brute to take a hold of his friend. Will scowling back at him as the blade was pointed at the pirate over Peter's shoulder, who simply stared at the man threatening his life unreadable expression on his face. The pirate spat again, this time on the floor before Will, as a new, expectant commotion started around them. Everyone awaiting a fight to break out, some men in the room preparing their pistols and other weapons to jump in. Peter lifted his eyebrows bored.

"I don't want to waste my time upon such leeches as you", he said, stressing each word as met the man's furiated gaze. His own gaining the tint of irritation back as it looked deep into the pirate's irises. Peter flinched back as the blade pressed deeper, the man leering at him.

"What'd you say ye chump?!"

"I say this once. Leave while you still can, or make me angry and regret it", Peter stated curtly. But the man paid no attention to his warning, not even considering the possibility that these two youths could stand any chance against him. So he simply shoved Peter away roughly, throwing the broken bottle right beside his head on the wall while pulled out a pistol from his waistband. Will jumping before him in a blink, now the tip of his sword hovering over the man's chest, ready to impale him.

"The hell with ye pommy!"

Will heard Peter to cluck his tongue in annoyance, him glancing at his friend over his shoulder and saw him straighten his posture. Those same blazing, dark brown eyes Will knew very well peering back at the enraged pirate when the alcohol in Peter's system started to heat things up. It being now Will's turn to sigh in frustration as Peter's famous temper took over, Peter cracking the knuckles of his left hand.

"Ye say that again ye twat!" Peter's voice hissed under his breath. As enraged, and before Will could stop him his figure flashed past him. His carefully aimed left fist swinging up to direct a hard punch on the brawling pirate's jaw, both he and Will hearing a crack as the impact caused his cheekbone to bust. The man flying in a fine arch on the floor a couple of meter's away, hitting his head on the corner of the table, this way gaining a double shot much for Peter's triumph who gazed over the fallen man with a satisfied grin. Once again cracking his knuckles. But right after witnessing the pirate to be beaten with a single left hook, other eager roughnecks joined the fun. Loud noises of brawl filling the air when new opponents advanced Peter's way, him avoiding the first attacker and kicking him in the gut with his knee, the man tobbling down onto the floor in agony.

Will's sword dropped for shock as he watched Peter starting to beat the drunken pirates attacking him into a pulp mercilessly, Will having a strong sensation of déjà vu as he followed his friend to pass out punches and kicks around to men coming at him their weapons revealed from all his sides. Peter eventually stopping to direct a inquiring gaze at Will after whacking one man's lights out, his lips wearing a impish grin when he next threw another miscreant on the floor.

"What're you waiting for Will, an invitation? You started this, so better get here to finish it!"

Will sighed in turn, giving his hotheaded friend a disbelieving gaze. After Peter had gone all the trouble against his usual mannerisms in such situation and tried to be the reasonable one, here they were again. Peter was at it yet again, making unneeded trouble, and it was once more Will who would get him out of this mess... It really was like they'd never left Port Royal after all.

Jolly fight had broken out throughout the tavern, as if it never had ceased, when Will joined into the fight. Using his sword to ward off the hoodlums now assaulting him, keeping in mind on watching Peter's rear as long as the scuffle lasted. Him successfully winning over several pirates one after another, preventing Peter to be taken by a surprise if a sudden swing of a blade threatened to end his life now when his mind was otherwise occupied... Which was to give these men he deemed as useless perps what they deserved, a couple of loose teeth to sober them up from their despicable lifestyle. But in the end it didn't do the trick, or either take a genius to know that Will and Peter's adversaries if not outnumbered, were very much disadvantaged in other ways. Alcohol clouded most of these men's judgement, so it was not that hard for the two to defend themselves against this bunch of blackguards who most of the time only swung their weapons around aimlessly. Hoping to wound them, charging forward with blind rage, the shots of their pistols always finding a wrong target. This way earning them a new enemy when a violet quarrel broke between their own ranks, giving the young men an opportunity to take them down easily. And this among many things, seemed to entertain Peter very much, even he stupidly had after all been responsible of the situation to escalate this far.

"Will watch out!" Peter shouted all of a sudden, startling his friend awake from his concentration, Will having just enough time to notice the scum who'd lifted a chair to bring it down onto his head. But who now got attacked by Peter when he quickly covered for his friend, kicking the man to his stomach to make him retreat, snatching the falling chair before smashed it onto the buccaneer. Immediately twirling around, choosing an opponent to receive his right hook before tackling him, the poor man falling back and bringing down a waiting group of brawlers with him. Will heard Peter release a laugh, but which was cut short as he was then snatched into a choke by another pirate, Peter fighting against furiously as was lifted from the ground. Will gasping as he then saw Peter to be flung across the air, him landing on a table with a somersault. Breaking and falling tableware creating a loud chink when his body landed straight on the unfinished meal.

"You okay?!" Will questioned from Peter, giving him a glance as slashed his current opponent. Cutting his belt and this way dropping the man's pants before shoved him on top of another bickering pair just a feet away. Where Peter rose a little stiffly, shaking his head dumbfounded as released a relieved breath, realizing how close it had been that his neck hadn't been broken. He made a nod, hawking once as sat up, wiping the scarps of his clothes. But then his gaze hit on a survived plate by his side, it having one untouched chicken leg on it, of quite good quality meat too. And upon seeing the food Peter's stomach made a furious growl, him remembering how deprived of sustenance he in fact was and snatched the leg. Taking a huge bite out of it, munching it away as responded with a satisfied voice.

"Never better!"

"Then get over here!"

Peter smirked for Will's dire tone, seeing him to be cornered between four thugs, starting to stand as took another enormous bite out of the leg. But it was then when his attention was stolen by a curvy black haired beauty standing right on his right side, him lifting his jaw the way he always did while spotting a girl worth of his interest. Forcing the half chewed meat down his throat while leaning toward the barmaid who smiled at him. Clearly as interested, her stretching out her hand and removing a piece of bread from Peter's hair. Peter felt his lips curve up into a broad smile, his eyes taking in the form of the girl in admiration.

"Well hello gorgeous."

Will paused in astonishment as turned around in middle of his current spar, frowning due to the sight of the rather attractive wench Peter had apparently taken interest in. Will seeing the way he kept checking the young woman out, standing, starting to talk with her that very same charming, alluring grin on his lips Will knew to accompany evenings such as this. And it caused his own irritation to lift its head, Will letting out a shout of anger as directed a sharp hit against a pistol which now was pointed at him, him then sending the man holding it to unconsciousness by whacking the blunt side of the weapon on his head. Will shot a glare toward Peter.

"Peter!"

Peter sighed after hearing Will's call, looking down bored till returned his eyes back to the girl. Smiling at her, this time taking out his sword as well. Acting very confident, giving her a polite nod. "Excuse me."

The girl waved at him as Peter left her, striding toward the center of the ruckus where Will was, just in time saving him from getting a blade stuck between his ribs as jumped in. Taking one of the scoundrels harassing Will in his not so tender care, chasing him back with skillful blows, after shoving the leftover chicken in the man's mouth opened for a roar. Distracting him, giving him the upperhand to strike.

"What are you doing Will, dawdling? Let's outweight these jerks!" Peter urged cheerfully, next letting out a cry as lashed a nasty cut on his adversary's cheek. Then tripping him and trapping him to a beam he crashed against with a dagger he stole from another fighting ruffian. Sticking the man's shirt to the wood, then turning around with a dangerous strike of his rapier to give Will a sarcastic browlifting. Will returned it with his own, but which was only frustrated.

"That's my line. You always do this!"

"And what's that?" asked joyous Peter, laughing as bested a couple of hopeless swordsmen too easily, sending them on the floor with other won over pirates. There was pent-up irritation in Will's voice when it replied behind his back.

"Involve me into your broils. It's always me getting you out of any kind of trouble you find yourself in Peter!"

Peter smirked amused. "You're doing a brilliant job by involving yourself, Will! Every time."

Will sighed, pushing the new man coming at him to the side with a quick block. Yes, unfortunately that was true. He had to stop doing that, or Peter would get him...

"Oops!" Peter exclaimed, his sword now stuck to Will'sbelt buckle, the later mentioned now staring at the blade which was only an inch away from his stomach with wide eyes. Peter made apologetic face, freeing the blade. "My bad."

Will flared up, about to speak. But all of a sudden Peter earned a powerful smack on his jaw, just as a invicible hand jerked Will away from the fight. Him next standing next to Joshamee Gibbs, giving him a surprised gaze as the man shook his head. Releasing his arm before now completely stealthily walked in middle of the ongoing wrangle, Jack ambling to Will as his first mate soon enough returned. Walking Peter by his side, who looked most displeased by this sudden development, according to which Jack had decided so graciously to save the young men from Peter's short-tempered tendencies. After all staying out of the scuffle himself, now gauging at the younger man of his new acquaintance very carefully, soon his face filling with discontent as well.

"Wonder which of ye is the bigger stick", he remarked, his examination moving now to Will who as well had acted out of needed composure. "You've had enough for the evening mate."

Will and Peter exchanged a look till Will sighed the umpteenth time, finally putting away his sword, where Peter yanked himself free from the escorting hand of Gibbs. Jack stepped closer to him, narrowing his eyes.

"It was ye who insisted upon me help to free the girl, radge, so I'd appreciate it very much if ye refrained on killing yerselves off before we set sail tomorrow morning. Now, be a good lad and buy ol' Gibbs a drink. He might've saved yer life", Jack said to him, meeting Peter's squinting eyes his own this time fully serious. Peter straightened, looking back at him quite cocky.

"I can handle a couple of hoodlums like them just fine without any rescuing from your henchmen", he answered, spitting some blood on the ground. He'd gotten a small cut inside his mouth because of the latest hit, him now feeling it with the tip of his tongue. Jack said nothing at first as eyed at him, in the end smiling.

"As I said. You'd make an excellent hoodlum yerself, eh?."

Peter scoffed for this. Then quickly enough turning around and storming off, Will frowning as didn't know what he was about to do. Him landing a hand on Peter's shoulder to prevent his friend to possibly go back into the fight, which was his first presumption after witnessing Peter's temper flare up again after a few exchanged words with Jack.

"Where are you going?" Will asked, Peter simply shrugging his hand off.

"Far away from him."

Slainté = Scottish way to say cheers