Jones could tell that the old woman was suspicious of him. That meant that there was some information worth getting, but since this island paid Blackwell’s “tax,” there was a possibility that the woman was connected to the Marquis somehow. The doctor would have to be careful as he could, although he wasn’t going to lie about it. It’s not like he expected Siobhan to be subtle, so the reverse probably applied as well.

“Oh, I was just asking for my captain since she’s busy inhaling food right now,” Jones said with a smile. “She wants her to be the shipwright in her crew, you see. As you can probably tell, the person who is probably your best customer all year isn’t the most conventional person,” the doctor said with a purposeful pause to glance at the pile of plates, “but she has her goals. So I just try to help out when I can,” Jones concluded. He then took another drink of his rum in case things went poorly. No sense in being wasteful, after all.