Seeing the way  the pirates were staying back,  Jackson chose not to question the matter for the time being, at least not till he reached his room, got in with the woman and shut it behind him with a sigh. â€œSorry, but I donâ€™t recognize you.â€ He said simply, before shaking his head and making his way over to the bed. Which now that he was here, his mind was slowing down and he thought about that. He knew everyone on this ship, and he would certainly have remember someone with herâ€¦ features. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a large trunk before he unlocked and opened it up to reach in and take out a bracer. Putting it on, he put his hand to it and slid it back reveling a compartment for cartridges, which he loaded in before closing it. It could fire small rounds. Wouldnâ€™t be deadly, but it would hurt enough to immobilize.<br/><br/>â€œHere I thought I knew everyone on the ship.â€ That was another thing, this ship had abunch of uptight nobels and rich folk. They frisked out over little things, yet she was surprisingly calm about this whole matter, and that weapon.  Nobleman might carry something, but not a gun like that.  With that thought, he took out a small pouch and opened it up to take out a small steel spike that had a small antenna atop of it, before he closed it and put it into his coat.<br/><br/>The last thing that he took out of the box was a pistol. It looked like an old flintlock pistol, only it didnâ€™t have the primer load that a flintlock would have. Rather Jackson popped the top of the gun open, and put a small cylinder into the handle of the gun, before he shut the barrel and suddenly stood up and pointed it at the girl. â€œThose pirates were waiting for you, werenâ€™t they?â€ Dam, how had he missed that?