“Ma’am, I’m just the doctor,” Jones responded to her in a polite tone, “if you let me work, your husband’s arm will heal. Otherwise, he’ll probably be crippled for life. If you wish to complain, you can talk to Claire.” The doctor glanced over at the fat man to indicate who he meant. “But I would advise against that. As long as you cooperate, you and your husband should be fine...hopefully.” He then resumed his work without waiting for a response.

Meanwhile, Carl’s attention was focused more on the matter of rib roast. “Rib roast? You ate ALL of my rib roast?!” If looks could kill, the Belessian woman would be dead. He walked over towards the lady. “It looks like I need to teach you some manners!” he yelled, throwing his fist at the lady while the other pirates (minus the doctor) raised their weapons, ready to fight if needed.