He had nodded, before climbing into the boat. He was bored, but had a hunch that complaining would be a bad thing, tempting Fate to decide to make things interesting. Instead, he simply endured, keeping the fire and checking the pot every hour or so, when he was awake.<br/><br/>Once the pot started rocking, he carefully pulled it off the fire, and dumped the contents out carefully onto the sand, freeing the egg, and then pulling the two pig carcasses to be on either side of the egg, so that no matter how the hatchling spilled out, it would have something almost in its face that was food, and not him. He had a couple more nearby, just in case the dragon was hungrier than expected. He quickly checked to ensure nothing was close to the egg, and then carefully began using the butt of his dagger to crack the egg faster, carefully applying blows to where the egg seemed weakest, though he was really just guessing. Being helpful was one of the first things to establish, as well as that he was both an equal and superior. An equal to them, but superior in experience.