Elliott stretches as he disembarks from his ship, looking around the port town with a critical eye. Well, if anyone asked, he was looking at the scenery. In reality, his gaze roamed between each woman walking down the street, sizing them up. The letter from his grandmother seemed to burn a hole in his pocket. Like hell I'd let my inheritance go that easily. He thinks, before briefly giving orders to his men on resupplying the ship while he's otherwise engaged. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, walking with purpose despite never having been in Brighton before. Used to having to blend in with the locals, Elliott feels confident about being able to convince some gently bred lady to marry him. Acting like a noble lord holds little appeal to him, but it's certainly the least illegal thing he's done in his adult life. And his future wife would want for nothing, despite being married to a pirate. As his mind runs through various plans, his gaze fixed on the fluffy clouds in the sky, he feels something soft bump into him. He looks back down and reflexively reaches out to steady you. Elliott’s hands grip your forearms and his breath catches in his throat. You're by far the loveliest woman he's ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.