Hans looks at the girl as she makes that final statement, a little perplexed. Then he could feel heat rush to his cheeks, as he realized the implications.<br/><br/>"Allright, Elizabeth, I-I suppose that's okay..."<br/><br/>He stands there, akward, before speaking up again.<br/><br/>"W-we should sleep... Probably a long day tomorrow..."<br/><br/>He then hurries over to his bunk, tossing himself in to avoid Elizabeth for the rest of the evening.<br/><br/>The following morning did indeed turn out to be hectic. Blood to be cleaned, arrangements to be made for changes in the sharing system, et cetera. Hans was not included in most of the affairs, but his vote was called for in a few situations.<br/><br/>The following weeks went well. The crew even caught a quarry, but the resistance was nonexistent and the kids were kept belowdecks for the duration of the raid at any rate. However, they both got a deckhand's share, the rough equivalent of one pound and five pence in Reales. Beyond that, it took a full nine weeks before the ship made its first pit stop: a small island, to stock up on freshwater and timber. As the ship dropped anchor, William approaches the kids with a friendly smile.<br/><br/>"Why don't ye two scurry over to th' island an' see if ye can find some berries, ey? Just make sure no' ter eat any, Charles says one type is poisonous, and that he'll take care o' separating good berries from bad. Arite?"<br/><br/>Hans smiles and nods, then looks over at Elizabeth. Over the course of the last few months, his English had improved - he had learnt new words, and his pronounciation had quickly turned less accentuated by his Norwegian origin. In fact, by now, he sounded almost English himself.<br/><br/>"You coming, Elizabeth?"