â€œFix the boilers, check the engines, our water system isnâ€™t working.â€ Jackson muttered to himself as he held a wrench that was about the size of his forearm in both hands while he  used it to try and force the turbine inside the left engine bay to move. Stupid thing got jammed. â€œHow many times have I told those idiots not to leave both engines running over night, this ship isnâ€™t built for that. But Do they ever listen? Of course not, they just break it and expect me to come fix it. Oh sorry Jackson, seems the engines are acting up again. By the way, did you fix the boiler that I just sent you to take care of FIVE MINUTES AGO!?â€ He growled, and his ranting slowly dissolved into insensible mumbling before he finally heard the distinctive click of the turbine, and quickly pulled the wrench out, before hitting the switch on the outside and starting the turbine up.<br/><br/>â€œI swear one of these days Iâ€™m gonna bean that pilot right in his skull.â€ With that said he tossed his wrench down and grabbed a rag to wipe the oil off his hands.  Despite his usual outfit, he had taken off his long coat and  vest, leaving him in just his beige colored cargo pants and white tank top.  If nothing else the constant wrench turning had kept his body in fairly good shape, his arms werenâ€™t massive, but the muscles were tightly corded around making it obvious they were there, and he was slim, given half the places he had to crawl into wouldnâ€™t allow for much of a gut.<br/><br/>Reaching up, he wiped the glistening sweat from his brow before pulling his goggles down to hang around his neck. â€œI should probably tell the captain itâ€™s running again.â€ That thought only lasted him till he knew the moment he told him, heâ€™d be sent to some other task. Yeah, with that thought, he just walked over to the wall and sat down with his back to it, folding his hands behind his head to fiddle with the three earings on his right ear. Alittle break wouldnâ€™t kill anyone.<br/><br/>Though it wasnâ€™t to long after that, he heard a number of loud thunks coming from above, and he half rose an eyelid to look at the ceiling. â€œHitting a flock of birds or something?â€ Doubtful, the size of the ships hull they wouldnâ€™t hear something that small. He gave it a moment of thought, which was cut off by the first high pitched cry of a woman, and he suddenly jumped to his feet. He didnâ€™t even need to question what was happening, as the next moment he could hear someone shout rather clearly just outside the engine bay room. â€œPIRATES!â€<br/><br/>Taking only a moment to think, Jackson grabbed his shirt and coat, throwing both of them on before grabbing his wrench. It was better then nothing, and currently all he had. Hearing the scream of the man who had called out Pirates, Jackson just kicked the door open to see one of the pirates, and ran at him from behind only to clock him over the head with the large wrench. Weither he was dead or not, the man fell limp. â€œI need to get to my room.â€ He needed his equipment.