Doesn't hurt to ask.

Brenan walked back over to where James was working on the charts. "James..." Brenan started.

"I heard him, Captain. He can take apart one. If what he says is true then after this delivery we may want to go to my Grandfather's shop. There was one machine in there that he never showed me when I was allowed in. Sat in the corner, covered in dust. I asked him of it once. Quite an odd answer really. He said, "I have no need for that one anymore, this Island is peaceful." He stressed the last word rather oddly. I was ten, thought nothing of it, I wanted to see his cool stuff. Now that I think back on it...it had to have had something to do with his Peacekeeper. Whether he used it to make the gun or the shells, I don't know." James snorted. "Cool stuff. If it does have something to do with that gun, it would have been the coolest thing in there. Ah, hindsight is a wonderfully annoying thing isn't it, Captain."

"It can be."

"Also captain, if...well...if we do go back to the shop after this run...well...mygirlfriendispregnantandI'dliketobethereforher." James said in a rush, his cheeks coloring a bit."

Brenan blinked, "I heard the word pregnant...and...girlfriend? How far along?"

"She's at three months, Captain. She's staying at our place for the moment. Just...you know...if possible. Sir."

"One thing at a time. When the time comes, I think we can make arrangements. Just know that I can not promise anything. Now let me get back to Mr. Michaels, and then get the last bit of supplies."