Hans nods at Elizabeth, sighs, and heads back on deck. He turns to Elizabeth and smiles sheepishly.<br/>"We can talk the next time we go ashore, yeah? In private."<br/>He bounds up the steps, as if eager to get away for some reason. Perhaps he just wanted time to think about what had just happened.<br/><br/>The next time the Wanton Widow hit shore was a few days later. On a small island in the middle of the caribbean, large enough for hunting and water replenishment but just too small for real settlement. It was late in the evning and supper had already been served, so Hans goes ashore, making sure Elizabeth is with him. He takes her up to a somewhat secluded spot with a small pond, not saying anything on the way. Finding a good path of grass to sit down on, he does so promptly, and looks up at Elizabeth. He motions for her to sit down as well.<br/>"Come on, Liz, sit down. I..."<br/>He blushes vividly, revealing instantly what he wants to talk about.<br/>"I think we have quite a bit to talk about."<br/>He takes a deep breath, bracing himself.<br/>"I mean... About that kiss, the crew and our positions in it..."<br/>He looks dead ahead, terrified of his own words.<br/>"And my rather clumsy proposal."<br/>He looks at Elizabeth, his face red once more. His cutlass rests within its sheath on the sand, and his two pistols hand from his bandolier, looking depressed - which all in all has a comical effect. Hans' expression is slightly pained but also very hopeful as he pats the patch of grass next to him.