Francis tried to think on how to explain himself. "Hebredes.." He circled his finger around all of the crumbs,then pointed back at one spot in particular. "Home.. born here.." Then his hand returned to the last spot. "Whitby, now."

He knew it was hard to explain and tried to think how to explain islands. He started to tear up more bread and placed them in random spots. "Isle of Man.." A much larger piece. "Ireland." Some smaller pieces in further places. "Iceland. Sicily.." He was really stretching his geography skills but hoped something would show these were all islands to Cheri.