Hans shrugs. "I don't know. I can ask, but I am not sure if they will answer me. Eat up, they may want to tell me more if I do a 'good job'."<br/><br/>He sits back up on the barrel, his gaze fixed on the girl. He doesn't seem to offer any more words for the moment, he just sits on the barrel, looking at the girl. Perhaps he has decided he shouldn't talk too much with her, it's difficult to see. Upon closer inspection, the boy is even more scruffy than even the most grizzled pirates, his clothes more ragged, his face more sunken.<br/><br/>A noise resounds up on deck. The noise of voices calling out and anchors being raised. Hans startles, and looks up, swallowing heavily.<br/><br/>"We're taking off..."<br/><br/>He then begins laughing, for no apparent reason.<br/><br/>"Haha! We are taking off!"<br/><br/>He hops off his barrel once again. He looks up toward deck with water in his eyes and a big smile.<br/><br/>"I'm free, I'm actually free... God, this feels good!"<br/><br/>A gruff voice from above decks curses and shouts down.<br/><br/>"Shite, lad, keep down, will ye!?"<br/><br/>Hans ignores him.