He punched the man sitting across from him and dragged him kicking and screaming from the bar.
"Don't dae tha' wi' me pal... DINNAE!"
Once Fergus is outside, the group of Privateers can hear muffled crashes, bangs and the sound of metal striking flesh. A bloodied Fergus re-enters the bar.
"Ye lot! Wi' yer fancy pants n'frecking monkey.. OI!"
He charges over to them and pounds his fist down. They all look up at him and he bursts out laughing.
"Ah ha..."
He lowers his tone and sinistrally pulls out a bloodied metal rod.