Jeb let out a whoop when he saw Sam flying through the larger ship. Once he heard that the cannon had broken,again, he jerked hard on the yoke to turn the Zeb out of their old flight path. Busted cannon with a fighter still out there meant that He had to get real creative to keep that fellow's bullets from becoming comfortably acquainted with the tender parts of his ship and/or body. Of course, that became kind of a moot point when the Soulsword peppered the ship with cannon-fire. "If they crash, think we can grab their guns?" Jeb was deliberately vague about whose crash, exactly, he was referring to.
At Sam's instruction, Jeb wrenched the Zebulon round to follow the pirate vessel in. There was that strain in the actuator again. "Goin' in hot. Y'all hold onto whatever might flap about." He felt the familiar buck and jolt of hitting atmosphere. His expression changed a bit, as now he had to fight air currents to keep the ship going where he wanted. He followed far enough back that he could see where the damaged pirate vessel was heading, without being swallowed in the smoke that was trailing from the craft. "Knock-knock, pirates... Guhries're bringin' the welcome wagon!"