Fitch turned to Louis when he explained his goals. "I'm telling you Captain, they're out there..." The boy seemed to get lost in thought, and was starry-eyed for a moment. This moment of imagination was shattered when the smell of chicken filled the air. His eyes turned to the waiter as he arrived with their meals. His shipmates thanked the man, but Fitch was too awestruck by the magnificent smell to even speak. As the chicken was placed before him, he tore into it, shoving a hunk of the delicious meat into his mouth before washing it down with a gulp of ale. "Brilliant!" He said, tearing the unsuspecting chicken to bits.