The midshipman, upon being addressed by Elizabeth, turns around with a puzzled look on his face. He looks up to the captain, who gives him a nod, and turns to the kids, humming. He scratches his red beard for a time.<br/><br/>"Alrite, kids. Ah suppose ah can find some work fer ye' te de - " the man was obviously Scottish " - an' ah figure th' captain would wan' ter start ye off with somethin' easy. Find yerselves buckets and fill 'em up with wa'er an' a bit o' soap. Then, find some rags an' begin cleanin' th' railin's. Go' tha'?"<br/><br/>Hans looks at the midshipsman and nods. "Aye, aye, sir." He grabs Elizabeth by the arm - having a good idea where to find these things - and leads her back belowdecks, further toards the stern than they were before.<br/><br/>"Come on, Elizabeth, I think I know where those things are."<br/><br/>He leads her, indeed, to the right place, where a peg-legged black man, the quartermaster, looks upon the pair for a split second. The old, grizzled pirate then begins to laugh.<br/><br/>"Wait! Wait! I tink I know what ya be doin'. Cleanin', right? Ya can find de soap on dat shelf ova dere."<br/><br/>He gestures to his left, to a few crates filled with small bars of soap. He laughs some more. Hans, on his end, cannot help himself.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, sir, but where are you from?"<br/><br/>The man looks at the boy with a big grin. He was obviously the more merry type, despite his position belowdecks and his missing leg.<br/><br/>"I be from da Caribbean, mon. A wee place called Kingstontown. We be headin' dere now - makin' a few stops along de way - but ya can see de place when we get dere. Sometime next year, I be tinkin'. Now get ta work, ya lil' sneak."<br/><br/>Hans nods, and begins finding the prerequisite items for the both of them. Handing Elizabeth her bucket and soap, he beams at her and motions towards deck.