Baring Your Fangs

Chairs were being thrown around, beer mugs being shattered, you couldn't hear yourself think over the loud noises. In other words, it was a normal pirate bar. Managing to avoid all of it with great ease, a strange man in white with his face covered walked over to the one place in the establishment where this wasn't happening. He pulled up a chair and sat across from the man at his table. "Pretty rowdy place, don'tcha think?" he asked.