Some days have passed since Irene has been made captain. JONES is stacking barrels on deck, absentmindedly. BAEDEKER enters, sneaking near to JONES. JONES looks up to see him, and awkwardly tries to avoid him. JONES: Oh. Hello, capt — I mean, hello, b-Baedeker. BAEDEKER: Good day, Jones. Fine time for, ah, counting barrels, eh Pomegranate? JONES: Oh, aye. I-It's a real a-ablactation ablepsia. BAEDEKER: Is it now? I suppose I'd agree with ye on that. JONES: Mm. Aye. Ah, Capt— I mean, Baedeker, Captain Irene said that talkin' to ye would, ah, be a p-problem. I could get in a real moonmast mable, s-sir. BAEDEKER: (leaning in slowly) Oh, aye, did she say that, now? JONES: (leaning back as BAEDEKER leans in) A-aye, sir. She said she'd cast a macaroon mandolin on me, sir. BAEDEKER: (leaning back out) Oh, a macaroon mandolin, eh? How awful. (he fake-pouts) JONES: A-aye, sir. BAEDEKER: Well, ye know what I think, Jones? (leans in even closer) JONES: (frightened) No, sir. I don't, s-sir. BAEDEKER: (whispers) I don't think that's a very sound decision. JONES: (gasps, and backs away) S-Sir! The macaroon mandolin, sir! BAEDEKER: Oh, I know about the mandolin, Jones. I know all about the mandolin. In fact, want to know another thing, Jones? JONES: Not particularly, sir, but I feel like you're going to tell me anyway! BAEDEKER: I don't even think she's fit to be captain of this ship and this crew! JONES: SIR! BAEDEKER: I doubt she's even a witch! JONES: Sir, I don't think— BAEDEKER: She's false, Jones. She's a liar. She's played us all for fools, Jones! JONES: ...Sir? BAEDEKER: Oh, yes, Jones. It's all part of her convoluted, childish plan! She's a coward, and a liar, Jones. And a thief! JONES: A thief, sir?