Montant dans la taverne avec les autres pirates, Galen Jones réfléchit à ce qui allait se passer. Il n'a jamais aimé cette partie du travail. Le raid était si inutile, surtout pour un équipage aussi remarquable que celui dans lequel il était. Même s'ils n'étaient qu'un équipage subordonné du Marquis, les Pirates de Redwell étaient encore une force bien connue. Pourquoi ne pas envoyer un seul gars pour négocier? Cela empêcherait beaucoup de vies perdues des deux côtés et pourrait permettre aux pirates d'obtenir plus d'argent. Encore une fois, un type comme le Marquis ne ferait pas ce qu'il faisait s'il tenait à préserver des vies. Ses pensées ont cependant été interrompues.
Bonjour Jones! Jones, fils de pute! Faites attention!
Un gros gros homme poilu dont le seul vêtement était une paire de pantalons criait sur Jones maintenant.
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, Claire? Tes cris me donnent mal à la tête! » Jones a dit, en lui tapant la tête et en lui frottant le front.
C'est Carl! Dites mon nom à droite ou je vous frapperai! » Carl s'est jonché de ses poings comme un boxeur pour illustrer son point.
Jones a répondu, et comme j'adore vous le dire, nous avons beaucoup de muscle dans notre équipe, mais seulement quelques médecins. Si vous faites autant que me toucher, le capitaine vous tuera plus vite que vous ne pouvez dire "Une pièce".
"Ouais, eh bien... Reculez! Nous sommes presque ici, a dit le gros homme, se tournant vers la force qui a été rassemblée sous son commandement, ces gens sont tous dans leur taverne. J'ai faim, alors laissez-nous chercher notre argent et notre nourriture. Compris?C'est quoi, ça?
Sans même attendre une réponse des pirates, Carl a frappé la porte, la forçant largement ouverte malgré le fait qu'il y avait des tables et des chaises là. Marcher avec les pirates, le gros homme a crié OK, nous voulons de la nourriture! ...et ton argent. Donne-nous ce que tu as, ou je vais le faire! » Il a ensuite attrapé le bras d'un homme voisin et l'a écrasé dans sa main, puis jeté le gars au sol.
Avant que quelqu'un ne puisse faire quoi que ce soit d'autre, Jones courut vers l'homme et commença à faire un plâtre improvisé pour lui en utilisant des serviettes qui étaient à proximité.
"Désolé de tout cela," il a dit avec irritation, "Claire" est un idiot.
Name: Galen X. Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Human
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 160 pounds
Appearance: Jones has black hair, blue eyes, and white skin. He wears a white doctor’s jacket (because he can), but it usually isn’t buttoned and he has a blue t-shirt on underneath. Jones also wears shorts and a plain pair of shoes. He also wears a brown fedora (which always seems to come back to him no matter what happens) and usually has his duffel bag filled with medical tools and other items near him in case something happens.
Devil Fruit(if any): None (calling dibs on the Mera Mera no Mi for later though :-P)
Weapons: Various medical equipment and improvised tools he uses as medical equipment, if that counts. I guess he could stab someone with his scalpel or something. He also some ingredients that he uses in his treatments along with miscellaneous items that he keeps around in a duffel bag “just in case.” Strangely enough, “just in case” usually ends up happening.
Skills:
Medicine: Jones is a self-taught doctor. His medical techniques aren’t always conventional and can result in pain for the patient, but they usually end up alive at the end.
Improvising: living on a remote island and having to teach himself medicine really gave Jones a talent for creating solutions with whatever was around. This extends to creating medicine, knowledge of plants, and so on.
Background:
Jones grew up in a small town on a small island in East Blue. It wasn’t the wealthiest of places, but the people there were happy. It was pretty far away from the main hubs of East Blue, so not many people went there. This was fine for the residents until the island’s doctor passed away; now they were without convenient medical care and the islanders were too poor to pay high wages to attract another doctor to their town.
Sailing to a place with medical care usually wasn’t an issue, until one day Galen’s little brother got stricken by a terrible disease. By the time his parents were able to bring him to a doctor, he had already died. Galen was angry that he was unable to do anything about it and felt like he needed to do something, anything that he could. He decided on that day to teach himself medicine so that nobody else would suffer the fate his brother did. Being 13, it never occurred to him that this might be hard or that he might not be able to do it. Instead, using the books and tools left behind by the old doctor, Jones taught himself medicine. Some of his techniques are less than conventional, but he usually gets good results.
He probably would have lived out his days as the island’s doctor if not for a certain incident. One day, a notorious pirate crew sailed into the town. They were seriously weakened from a battle they had fought with the government, so the village could’ve fought them off, but they weren’t there for plunder: the captain’s son was seriously ill. Jones could have refused them medical care since they were pirates, but after some thinking and introspection, he felt like he couldn’t do that. They also offered him a pretty good payment for this treatment, which helped influence his decision as well. Let’s just say there’s a reason the new medical clinic on the island was built shortly after that.
Of course, after this Galen could no longer live a simple life, so he took up piracy almost by default. Doctors are usually in demand, so even without too much skill in combat he had no trouble finding different crews to join. Even so, he has yet to find the one crew he feels like he could stay with for the long term. He knows that he enjoys helping people and wants to become a great doctor, but unlike many pirates Jones doesn’t quite know what else he should do with his life right now.