Oi! Attacked in two fronts! "Mateys! I be besieged!" bellowed the First Mate as he was being tackled AND kicked. Doc's aim may have met its mark if not for Fishlips' tackling, causing Jack to shift and the kick landing straight into his thigh. Didnt mean it hurt any less.

Yelping out in pain Jack reached out to parry the Doc's punch with his arm, which further tilted him off balance. Instinctively he reached out aiming for the old young ones neck but instead got a handful of his... face? Using it as a brace to steady himself he struggled to pull Fishlips off him, until he heard a battlecry from somewhere. "Misha! Grab 'em!"

And out of the corner of his eye, he can see Barnabas stand at a ready "Arrrgh! git'off me ye scurvy dogs, let me at 'im treacherous fiend!"