Hans rubs the back of his head. "I'm not sure. The captain wants to keep you for some reason. I think he wants to sell you. But some of the crew think noone will buy you, and some seem to dislike the idea of selling humans to begin with. To be honest, I don't know."<br/><br/>He thinks for a minute, hand still rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe I can ask if they have work for you to do? They may be kinder if you help out."<br/><br/>He drops his hand to his side and looks Elizabeth directly in the eyes. "Do you want me to do that? I can do that if you want me to." He gestures in the general direction of deck, completely oblivious to the implications of human trafficking. He's only a boy, after all, however clever he is.<br/><br/>"It must be better than sitting around here the whole time, doing nothing. Maybe you can even go up, see the sun. Feel the wind." Hans smiles an innocent smile. "The sea isn't so bad, I've been out with some fishermen a lot. It smells nice, alive, not like a city."<br/><br/>He bounces a little in place, fond memories coming back to him.