I'm perfectly willing to marry you, but I'm not going all the way to Denver for . . . you know.
Dammit. No dice there.
With a 4:1 ratio of males to females on your Alaskan island you couldn't leverage your advantage? You've got some high standards, lady 
Dude. Duuuuude.
You should see the guys up here.
Let me tell you a little bit about the types of dudes who asked for my number. 1. Gnarled, old giraffeermen.
2. Hot younger guys who are giraffeermen but you wouldn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole (sure, he's sexy, but you have no idea where that tongue has been, and you don't wanna find out). Plus they are almost never here anyway. Plus, you're pretty sure they have a girlfriend at every port and a wife back home. They can't wear any rings on the boat (hands swell while they're at sea and they would have to cut the rings off) and you KNOW they work that to their advantage.
3. Guys who labor on the docks as stevedores or whatever and live at their mom's house.
4. Married guys (okay, they never ask for my number, but you know what they say...all the good ones are taken).
5. Skeevy lecherous married guys who "want a girlfriend" (highly inadvisable on an island where everybody knows what color socks you wore last week). Plus, I'M NOT A HOMEWRECKER.
6. Crazy-ass stalkers with a walleye who think that you would be their perfect girlfriend.
Would you go out with any of the dudes listed above (except Nabu, who I would also marry) if you were in my shoes? I hope to God not.