Charles picks up each of the eggs in the nest in turn and holds them up towards the sun. Squinting a bit at each one, he grunts as he places them back in the nest. He turns toward Elizabeth, smiling warmly.<br/>"Don't look like any chicks in here, lass. Don't you worry, let me take th' nest and go get washed."<br/>Hans nods at Charles and turns to Elizabeth. He gestures in the general direction of belowdecks.<br/>"You go ahead and wash first, Elizabeth. I'll stand watch and make sure noone peeps!"<br/>He drags Elizabeth down belowdecks, to the quarter where people do their washing. Unsurprisingly, none of the two tubs were currently occupied. Hans half leads, half pushes Elizabeth inside. He pulls down a bar of soap and a keg of water, as well as a brush.<br/>"Get ready, I'll fetch you a fresh dress. Back in just a moment!"<br/>He takes a few minutes. As he comes back with a dress he supposes fits, he barges in without thinking about it.