The question caused Elijah to laugh, not because it was ridiculous, but because it was true. "And [i]they[/i] aren't wrong." He said, untangling his fingers from Josephine's hair, only to curl them around a strand that had fallen into her face. "Let's just say that I'm, well..." Making a bit of a face, he thought of a gentle way of saying what he wanted to, while tucking that strand behind her ear. "Observant, maybe?" The slightly concerned face remained a bit longer as he thought ahead. "But that's about the extent to my knowledge." Being the youngest and the shyest man on a ship full of rowdy pirates put him at a disadvantage in just about every way. It seemed that every woman at every stop on land that they made didn't even see him. In a way that was probably a good thing, as he had seen many of good men fall ill to diseases they contracted during their land hop.