[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=goldenrod]Dr. Jonathan Baynard[/color][/b][/h2]
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[/center][hr][color=goldenrod]Location:[/color]Port of Tortuga[hr][hr]

Threats and insults all around. It made Jon sick to his empty stomach. There was a child in play but still these men (and women) knew no bounds. 
Still feeling sickly and weak, his mind raced as their words were thrown around him. 
There was more than one party here he realised, noting the obvious only nearly too late.
 And while he may not have the strength or skill to fight on par with these pirates, he would not go down without a fight. His mind was as sharp as their swords and his words could strike as fiercely as any weapon. But before he began Jon eyed the remaining forgotten, overlooked, un-oiled, underestimated slaves. It was but only for a moment but a moment was all he needed.

Knowing his ex-captain to be a proud a boastful man, Jon looked to Harlianne. He played the fool as that is what the situation demanded of him. Taking a deep breath and a long step forward Jon cleared his throat as he called all attention to himself.[color=goldenrod]"Sorry m'lady, but I just can't see how that's a profitable deal. You are a woman of a proud ship but your protection only invites more danger. For I don't see how you could stop my old captain an' his crew. I've seen em fight and they'd clean through you and us, then take it all for them selves."[/color] It wasn't hard for Jon to put on a face of serious concern. He didn't think it possible but stepping forth made him feel even sicker than before. 

"[color=Goldenrod]Hell, you strike us first and the plentiful bounty is even easierly  his with half the effort.[/color]" A dramatic pause is left allowing others to come to the thought he is pretending to have. He speaks slowly with a sense of realisation.
[color=goldenrod]"Unless that was your plan all along? Why risk the repercussions of an angry father with unlimited resources over a divided pittance when in the name of 'duty' you could earn a whole new ship and a dock full of gear just rearing to go..."[/color] Jon's eyes were wide as if he just realised that he spoke secret words out aloud. He shrunk back into himself and took a step back, removing the single focal point from the discussion.

He needn't beat any one, just remove certainty from their thoughts. He subtly set in their minds a dangerous consequence of attacking Miss Blackwood. He gave incentive for alternate actions while also sowing seeds of distrust. To top it all off and divert their focus elsewhere he questioned their strength, pitting their pride against one another, opening channels for them to further berate each other.