The name made sense for him. The Flying Dutchman was a feared ship, but it was a name that was taken. Big Ben was an important part of all his father's stories. The two were mashed together to make the Flying Ben. "It is that or I steal another ship name and pirates don't do that."
Harry frowned and picked at the fabric of his pants that was covering his knee. "Maybe," he hazarded as he gave her a slight unbelieving look. "People lie and pretend." He bit his lower lip slightly as he listened to her about someone talking improperly. "Was...he a pirate? Is he here?" The pirates on his father's crew talked all improper like, but they were crew. They were not family. Family was held to a higher standard and suffered when they failed to hit that standard. He didn't really think he could just start talking all improper like. What if his father showed up?
His attention went from the subject of talking to snacks. He peered into the bag before finally reaching in to grab one of the chips. Harry gave it a suspicious look before popping the whole thing in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise at the flavors he tasted. "Ish good," he said as he shoved a handful of chips into his mouth, manners forgotten.
It seemed younger Harry was much more into trying food.