"It ain't a vessel," he pointed out. "It is a tent." Harry didn't know a lot about playing make-believe since he hadn't really had a huge chance at being a kid. The Isle was more designed to force a person into survival mode from the moment they could walk. "But," he screwed his lips to one side as he thought about the naming thing. "If I was to name this place I guess I could name it something like Flying...uh... Flying Ben?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the word presents. That was a dangerous word normally. He reached up to push his bangs off his forehead before he inched closer to Hope. A new book was actually exciting, but the bag of chips confused him, and the stuffed parrot gave him pause. His little features scrunched together before he shifted so the blanket wasn't completely swallowing him whole. His arms were now free to grab the bag of chips. Harry cocked his head to the side as he pressed his hands against the bag, pushing harder when it made a strange crinkling noise.
"You already said I can't go pirating," he remarked dryly as he pressed the bag harder between his hands. "So I dinna- I mean I do not know." His shoulders tensed at the obvious use of improper English. His da would have backhanded him for that. "What is this?" He tossed the bag of chips up in the air and caught it easily.