This woman just kept on making Jones smile, although she no doubt didn't know what was so amusing about it. "Comrades," she said. Hey, he couldn't blame her; she didn't know what kind of people the Redwell Pirates were.

“Comrades,” he repeated back to her, almost just to make sure he got what she said. “Oh, right. Let’s just say that some comrades are better than others.” Jones was hoping to talk to her more, but after he finished his last sentence he was met with the lady leaping back to her trawler.

Again, he couldn’t blame her. Those pirates in her boat were run-of-the-mill goons, so it wasn’t like she was in any danger. Even if she did know who the Redwell Pirates were, it’s not like she couldn’t sail away in the time it would take for him to go tell the captain what happened. Jones was even impressed with the way she took care of the three pirates.

...but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave. In fact, she didn’t really seem to be doing much more than going through her stuff. It was a shame; this woman was starting to grow on him. Maybe it was just the time he was spending with his current crew, but seeing someone who didn’t harass random people on the street was a nice change of pace for him.

Despite a part of himself telling him that he should just go tell Redwell about the pirate that attacked a bunch of people in his crew, Jones knew he couldn’t do that. So instead, he walked up onto the ship and stood next to her.

“Not to repeat myself too much, but again, you should probably get out of here. When Redwell finds out about this, he’s going to be annoyed, and trust me, you do not want to be around him when that happens,” Jones said. He was hoping the lady would listen to him. This woman had already saved a few lives today, so the doctor wanted to help her know what kind of danger she was getting herself into.