Little sleep, feelings of suppressed rejection,time trying to explain anything to a boy and walk back to his ship left Jax’s smile just a little off. So when he walked on dock and saw the still tension on the deck of his newest love, his ship, Jax didn’t feel like sorting anything out. 

Some crew member, --was that Cooper? Dumb shit. --had a pistol pointed at his Captain’s face. It didn’t take long for Jax to find a spot of the deck, pull his own weapon out, find a steady place, a clear shot, and Jax fired.

He was a pretty good aim but on another day he might have hesitated. He wasn’t perfect and there was a possibility in those close quarters that he could be slightly off. That didn’t really enter his mind until the smoke from his shot settled and he peaked through the cloud. Shit, he thought as still no one seemed to move. I funckin’ hope I didn’t hit the Captain. 

Either way he better be ready to run. But instead he figured he better just smile, that’s what he did. He threw his hands out sort of a surrender, sort of a shrug.

“Hells, freezing seas, you best not point a weapon at my Captain after a hard night.” 

He realized then he had no fucking clue what was going on. Damn, that seems to be happening alot lately.