Henry walked back to deck, in both arms he carried heavy chest filled with tools and necessary resources to be used at shore. Bumping into Jasper he felt himself weary of the of man's taste in food.  It was....irrational. No man should be so enticed by making food rather than eating it. Even more so he instantly suspected the man as a cannibal. To Henry, it seemed odd someone looking for the perfect taste would not have tried such a thing by now. Regardless he bowed his head in apologies and rushed on. Going to the captain he set down his chest and looked to him, his eyes asking what to do next.