This young man sounded desperate, and Vivienne could clearly see it in his eyes. To see him this way, made her wonder; what was he to her? To Abigail? Whatever it was, the brunette was intrigued albeit sympathetic. She wasn't going to lie to him, to which she does most of the time, but Vivienne willingly opened up. To see him hover over Elizabeth's body, as if she were to be cherished, something in Vivienne's mind clicked: [i]Oh, so he did find a girl[/i]. How could she be so foolish? It was in her woman's intuition for (almost) every man to search for that feeling. 

[i]He knew her. Cared for her, even, as if she were someone dear to him; someone he grew fond of.[/i] 

For that, the pirate sat up, pulling up into a sitting position, looking up at the blacksmith from the ground. "Only one man would be responsible for this. Goes by the name of Captain Edward Low", she said, giving him the name. "Ever heard of the [i]Fancy[/i]? It's the vessel that ended her life", Vivienne gestured to the body of Elizabeth, but she briefly feigned offense when he mentioned about her associations. "By the locker of Davy, only a fool would side with the Devil", she quickly countered. "Although, I will happily take you to him", she offered, after a moment of thinking.