The scourge of the British

 Bartholomew made it back to the mainland.
He unloaded goods, slaves, prisoners and grog.
The docks were busy with buyers eagerly waiting. Vagrants and peddlers. Soldiers and nuns.
He scowled at the onlookers. None were so low down and loathesome as pirate slavers. Some of the most dangerous characters of the century. 
He called over a group of young men wearing sock like bandanas on their heads and trousers up to their knees. 
"Clean the ship outside and in or you'll feel the whip. First mate will pay you in silver and rum."
They didn'r even look at him, they just boarded the ship and started scrubbing the wood down with their homemade brushes and soap.

Three men approached Bartholomew. The man leading wore a tricorn hat and was concealing a baton in his sleeve the other two were following a few paces behind.
The man lunged at Bartholomew missing his head by centimeters. The baton hit Bartholomew's shoulder bringing his shoulder down slightly. Bartholomew drove his knuckles into the man's eyes and threw him on the hard port concrete. The other two men jumped Bartholomew, they pulled small daggers, the only problem was Bart was wearing leather and the men couldn't get the pointed blades through the leather enough to do any real harm.

Their boss arose from the concrete. He ushered his men away. "We are here to claim the money that was loaned to you."
Bartholomew nodded then sent his fist flying upward sending the money lender flying back on the concrete. The money collector's men ran in again. Bart grabbed a hold of one of them, cutting his hand in the the process, he smeared the blood from his hand over the eyes of the other man.
Then Bart's arms went wild, he started punching with his thick boney knuckles. After five blows both men were on the ground.

First mate arrived "What did I miss senhor?"
"You almost missed my murder first mate."
"Ha, they couldn't kill you, que ridiculo!"
Bart grinned back.