Garrison smiled and ran his hands over his ears, which were itching with the extra activity in the room. "It's alright, Nathaniel. I have a feeling half of my men eat as much as you weigh already... I should monitor them or keep a lock on the damn storeroom from now on..." He shrugged and studied the young man. "I don't have springs, no... Our ship is very large, but it doesn't have room for springs. But we do have showers, I can show you there so you can clean yourself up... They're rather public, but I'll keep the guys away from you." He thought for a moment and sighed. "And I'll have to find a spot for you to fill on the ship and notify the others..." That would be a headache. They'd have questions and Garrison would have to quell them.