Hans scratches his head. He shrugs, and nods towards the ship.<br/>"Could ask Charles, couldn't we?"<br/>He begins walking towards the ship. He turns to Elizabeth after a few yards, smiling.<br/>"Good work up there, Elizabeth. You did great."<br/>As the two reach the Widow, Hans pokes a nearby crew member.<br/>"Hey. Where's Charles? We have a little gift for him."<br/>The man looks at hans with a perked eyebrow before seeing the bird's nest.<br/>"Oh, wild eggs, huh? He'll be happy to have that. He's up by the helm, taking the captain's dinner order."<br/>Hands nods and smiles at the crewman.<br/>"Cheers."<br/>Bounding up the steps to the helm, he runs towards the captain and Charles. He stands at attention.<br/>The captain looks at hans with a perked eyebrow.<br/>"What is it, boy?"<br/>Hans nods toward Charles.<br/>"Elizabeth and I got some eggs froma  bird's nest on the island. We thought maybe he could check up on them, and if they're good, use them as he sees fit."<br/>Charles scratches the back of his head.<br/>"What do you say, captain? I could add a bit of extra if I had them eggs for today's supper."<br/>Captain johnathan scratches his beard before shrugging.<br/>"By all means. Go ahead and check on the eggs, Charles. If they are good, I grant you artistic lisence as far as their application as an ingredient goes. Good work, Hans - and Elizabeth - this dinner should be a swell experience thanks to you. be sure to be freshly washed in my cabin in one hour."<br/>Charles nods at the captain respectfully before ushering any kids near the helm down.<br/>"Alrigh, bloke, lass, let me see those eggs."