Simian and Amphibian. Drinking Droogies

This here be part three, Matey. Go on back to the beginning
The Bloodied Hook was exactly the type of establishment you would expect to find in a busy port; noisy, smoky, none too clean and reeked not only of stale beer and rum, but of the sweat of the many sea farers who patronized this tavern as well. Monkey knew his way around the place and guided Cabo to a secluded both off to the left side of the bar. He plopped himself down in the seat facing the entrance and called out for two tankards. Monkey jumped right in, “So you’re an adventurer, eh?” The grog arrived and both Cabo and Monkey raised mugs “to your health,” stated Cabo. “And to yours,” Monkey retorted. They both drank deeply and Monkey called for another round.
As the evening turned into night the level of noise in the tavern increased in proportion to the amount of alcohol that the publican served up. The two unlikely compatriots had to shout over the din to make themselves heard. As their consumption of rhum increased, so did the bravado in which they retold the various episodes of their lives. During the story telling, comments were tossed in from both sides of the table to encourage peppering of tales told. Cabo would blurt out comments like “Wow! A creature larger than the ship itself? What did you do?” or “What happened when the pirates caught up with you?” and Monkey would exclaim “A land where the seas are made of sand? Preposterous!!!” as well as “I’ve heard about horses that live in the sea, but there are ones on land too? Now that’s a lark!” And the laughs and storytelling continued.
At one point Monkey blurted out, “I had you wrong young frog. I thought you were a thief of sorts; scouting me ship for some easy takings.” Cabo’s eyes widened in surprise, “But that’s almost exactly what I was doing.” Monkey stopped, his tankard halfway to his mouth and his eyes turned sharp once again. Cabo continued, “I was looking for a way to steal on to the ship!”
At that exact moment, there was a loud crash, a roar of voices, the sound of chairs scraping the unwashed floors and tables being turned over. The distinct ring of steel meeting steel as blades were drawn and countered. Monkey reacted in a flash, drawing the knife he wore at his side and leaping from his seat. A sailor came crashing down on the table, overturning the grog and drenching the frog in rhum. Monkey leapt over him and disappeared into the fray. A puzzled and drunken Cabo tried to follow but found himself on the receiving end of punch delivered by the same rogue that had been thrown across the table and everything went black.

Me can't wait to tell you what happens next!