Hit and Run.

"You!" she said to her boy, who'd returned with her drink just in time for the fighting. "Git me some glue!"

"Glue?" the lad said. 

"You 'eard me! Glue! And make it right sharpish like, or I'll cut yer from prow ter stern!"

"Aye aye Cap'n!" the lad said, and scampered away through the brawling seamen.

"She 'aint got a beard!" someone cried, as a window was smashed.

"Curses!" Blue muttered. She grabbed her sabre with one hand and a bottle of rum with the other and looked around. Spotting a large fat sailor in a white top who suited her purpose, she strode over and smashed the bottle over his head, knocking him senseless, or more senseless. Thrusting her sword into another howling pirate who dared charged her, she ducked down and cut away at the fat man's face as the fight raged through the tavern.