Hans keeps to his spot in the rigging, pulling off shot after shot as the mêlée rages on the deck of the enemy ship. He fires a few shots that seem as though they may have hit something, but through the powder clouds, noise, and movement, making anything out for certain is damn near impossible. And just like that, the battle is over, with only a few casualties. The enemy ship surrenders to the crew of the Wanton Widow, and general cheers can be heard from deck. Hans immediately begins laughing and drops down from the rigging, landing squarely on deck, and dashes for belowdecks. He opens the hatch and yells down.<br/><br/>"Come on up, Liz! The battle's finished - we can make loot claims now! I'm going ahead to find some good pieces!"<br/><br/>He immediately dashes over to the enemy ship, to meet a member of the crew, laughing. He ruffles Hans' hair and urges him on.<br/><br/>"Go on, lad - it's a decent haul. maybe you should lift some better equipment off of the cremen!"<br/><br/>hans goes to do exactly that - searching the living and dead alive for decent gear. The crewmen of the boarded ship, now bound with hempen rope, just glare at the boy as he relieves them of valuables like jewelry, coin, and weapons. He finds a small, neat rapier that fit his hand pretty well, then found another rapier quite like it. he also lifted three pistols of the enemy first mate. He runs over to the quartermaster, placing the loot in front of him.<br/><br/>"Judging by the amount of loot, do you think i can keep any of this?"<br/><br/>The Jamaican looks at Hans, appraising the equipment.<br/><br/>"Dis be some good quality stuff, lil' mon. But dat goes for most everything we've lifted offa dis here ship. I think ya share be enough fe cover, say..."<br/><br/>He takes a look in the captain's direction, who nods at him. A few cremen seem to understand and mimics the gesture. Hans looks at them, confused, before looking back at the quartermaster.<br/><br/>"I be tin kin' ya' can take de rapiers and two o' de three pistols wit' ya' share."<br/><br/>Hans grins. "Really!? Thanks a lot!" He grabs the swords and pistols and runs in the general direction of where he figures Elizabeth to be - unless she had been following him, in which case he'll just turn around.