Vivienne was out cold; up to the point where she found herself waking up within one of the cells of Port Royal's brigs. She growled in frustration, even after finding that her effects were removed from her figure; searched her throughly it would seem, if she was ever gonna slip a tiny blade from her boot. 

Looking at the window that was above her, Vivienne slumped down upon the floor, leaning against the cell door, and registering that the young man she fought was uncanny, and the brunette did admit that he even had such skill to fend her off. [i]Was he absolutely sure that he didn't have any familiarity with pirates?[/i]

The brunette chuckled in amusement at the thought, eventually letting herself stare at the window before her. She just wished that one of these days, she would let herself go mad on such thoughts.