Jackie woke up groggily, but Charles had clearly been away for a while- staring at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" she yawned.

"Ned Lowe; he's hiding something," Charles answered.

"How can you be sure?" she asked.

"You've seen how he acts around Eleanor. If she prevented his crew from getting paid he should be either a lot angrier or dedicated to reform," he explained.

Jackie didn't need to consider it. "Okay? So we figure out what it is, take it if we can, and then we'll kill him.

Charles kissed her forehead. "That's why you're my girl. Now, I have a consortium meeting."

"Are you going to behave?" she asked.

"I haven't decided," he said and leaned in to kiss her one more time before dressing.

Charles thought he was arriving just late enough to piss Eleanor off, but was the only one missing from the table. None of the men spoke to him and all tried to avoid looking him in the eye. He reclined in his seat and lit his cigar; waiting.

Finally, Eleanor arrived and Charlies tried not to look at her, but managed to catch her surprise from the corner of his eye. Her first complaint for once was not about him, but about how little was made with the first venture.

"I'm surprised I made it back at all," came the response. "Skepticism at every turn from the merchant buyers and custom house."

"Your papers were properly arranged," Eleanor said. "Your payoffs were in the proper amounts. It was all in good order.

"All but your family's name, ma'am," he retorted. "It is no longer in good order and everyone in that harbor knows it. I was questioned for three hours as soon as they learned I was your agent. At one point I had to frighten a man into believing there would be reprisals against him personally if he were to arrest me!"

"By whom?" Charles interrupted.

The captain balked. "Pardon?"

"By whom did you suggest there would be reprisals against him? Did you use Mr. Frasier's name? Captain Naft's then? I can understand how that would strike fear into any man's heart.

"Charles, enough," Eleanor interrupted.

Of course he didn't listen: "Or did you use mine?"

Charles was met by silence from the room.

"You're welcome," he smirked.

The consortium dissipated, leaving only Charles and Eleanor. Eleanor tried to escape before he could confront her, but she wasn't fast enough. "You need to walk away from this," he said.

"Walk away?" she asked.

"This venture is on shaky footing. How long before the street realizes this? How long before the mob is outside your door again? What happens if this time it won't go away?" he pressed.

"Since when you have you been concerned with my operation?"

Charles sighed. "Jackie doesn't actually hate you. She'll die before she ever admits it, but she would be devastated if you were harmed."

Eleanor scoffed. "I believe this is going to work. I believe you have motive to see it fail. I believe you're angry with me. I believe you resent me. What I do not believe, not for any instance, is that you or your wife have any concern for me."

"I won't be able to protect you from this. My men only follow me because I protect their interests first," Charles tried again. "If you aren't strong enough to protect yourself, you need to stop behaving as though you are."

Before she could respond, shouts from downstairs permeated the door.

Jackie had taken her time getting out of bed and getting dressed after Charles left. Yet soon after that, she found her way to the tavern. A battered Mr. Meeks was already sitting at the bar with a drink in hand. Jackie made sure to sit a few stools down. The incident was already forgotten and forgiven in her mind and decided this was the respectful decision.

Mr. Meeks noticed Jackie right as she walked in and couldn't help but address her in an attempt to proactively defend himself. "Miss Guthrie told me to wait for her here."

"That doesn't put you in my favor," Jackie said. "But I'll keep my hands to myself if you keep your trap shut."

Meeks's captain, Ned Lowe was the next man to enter the tavern. Lowe and his crew were so intent on dealing with Meeks, Lowe couldn't even be bothered to notice Jackie. She heard him say that he had been informed that Meeks was there, speaking to Eleanor, but after that his voice faded away. A moment later he placed a knife on the table, a threatening gesture that was impossible to miss. After that, the scene escalated quickly. The pulled Meeks from his seat and threw him on a table. Two of the men held them down and then Lowe began carving. Meeks cried out, but Lowe's men kept any observers from intervening.

Jackie looked for Eleanor because this display was clearly for her benefit. She spotted her and Charles and moved to stand by them. "This is a bit brutal even for me," she admitted.

Charles raised his eyebrow.

"It's unnecessary," she defended herself. "Just kill him and be done with it. Now, I feel kind of bad for beating the shit out of him."

Finally, Lowe carved his way entirely through Meeks neck and the head dropped to the floor. One of the men tipped the table over, also discarding the body.

"If you're gonna be that much of a dick, you might as well clean up after yourself," Jackie muttered and Charles tried not to smile.

"I don't want to see you in my place again," Eleanor stepped forward. "I don't want to see you on my island again. Take your men, take your shit, and seek life elsewhere."

Taking his cue, one of Eleanor's men drew his sword and placed it under Lowe's chin.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd remove that from my face, friend," Lowe said.

"Did you not hear the lady, friend?" he responded.

Lowe shrugged and began to walk away, but only far enough to draw his own sword and return swinging. Watching the two men fight, Jackie grew bored and had enough. She placed a hand on her own weapon, but Charles gently pulled her towards him.

"I want to see how this plays out," he whispers to her.

Just then, Lowe landed a horizontal slash across the other man's gut, putting him on his knees.

"Don't," Eleanor begged.

Lowe didn't even acknowledge her and placed his sword perpendicular to the man's throat and pushed forward.

"Suddenly I'm feeling civilized," Jackie announced.

This time, Charles didn't hide his smirk. It did play out in his favor.

"I'm sorry we had such a rough go of it, you and I," Lowe said. "But I'm afraid I'm simply enjoying myself way too much to consider leaving this place. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other soon."

Most all of the men left after Lowe did. They had been turned off and chose to continue getting drunk somewhere else. "Wait," Eleanor stopped Jackie. "I can't make a move against him. I don't have enough support to take out his entire crew."

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Jackie sighed. "He's already a dead man; you're not the only one he insulted."

"Meeks said that there is something of great value on their ship. I don't know what it is, but maybe Charles's crew will fight for it?" Eleanor said.

Jackie remained silent.

"I don't know what it is," Eleanor repeated.

The gears inside Jackie's head began turning. She was ready to wreak some havoc with Charles and spill some blood.