Long is so not going to argue. Women. Good heavens.

He moves for the gangplank. The initial rush has faded; they can actually get off the boat alright. Ever the gentleman, he offers his arm to Gwen although he's sure she doesn't need it.

"Tahiti would preferable. Tahiti has hotels," he sighs. "For myself, I am deeply craving a meal that has nothing aquatic to it whatsoever."