Jax’s smile was broad but shallow. He needed the Captain to find him a woman? The hit of that almost made him groan. It was clear to Jax the Captain was doing him no favors at all. Well, so be it, he had set the course, he might as well sail it.

“I would be honored, Captain to escort whoever you see fit. I am sure you know you're fill of engaging manners. But do not feel the need to worry about me. I can fit in as all as the next,“ he glanced to the good doctor, ”oddman shipmate.”

He smiled and then lowered his head slightly, picking it back up after a second. “But Sir if I might add something here?” He cleared his throat not so sure of himself all of the suddened. Would this be information the Captain could use or understand? He did not offen provide information to anyone. Jax was his own man and he kept his thought to himself. He glanced to the First Mate, well at least he use to. 

“The Feather has grave faults. She lisps to the port stern, not near as well constructed as your ship. The crew might be better, might have clues of this, but if loaded at all incorrectly she will be a slow moving sailor. There is no reason we could not catch her after she battles once and tried to sail off with a full load.”

He glanced to the man’s eyes and decided not to attempt to read them. It was his call. Jax knew what he knew and he was sure after the crew battled and loaded they would be an even easier target. Nothing at all was lost.