[Oh, who's this now? A lady who looks as though she's had it up to here, and 'here' is about twenty feet above the mainmast.

Faris yanks his hands away to give the blade a clear path through the map, pinning it to the table.]

Sixth? Bloody hell, mate, you can't be that hard-up for entertainment around here. [Faris addresses that to the sputtering drunk, who looks like he's going to follow the lady's advice and take a swing at her. That's pretty stupid, given that she's already demonstrated one really sharp knife and probably has more. She looks the type.] Oi! You wanna find out what happens to the drunken sailor?!

[He's in an awkward position to throw a punch of his own, but he kicks his chair back pretty quick so he can really get in on fighting this guy.]