Will straightened, almost instinctively at her comment about it being a strong name. He was named after his father. William Turner Senior had been a great man. A sailor. A merchantman. He was an honest man, not like these pirates. Turning his thoughts away from that, Will looked at the pirate woman. "Very easy actually. But you have yet to agree." He pointed out. He wasn't going to tell her the weakness in the jail bars - bars he himself had made. It wasn't really a weakness per say. Just certain points that if you knew about you could easily take the bars apart. Thankfully, you could only do it from the outside and it wasn't obvious - only a blacksmith would catch it. And even then, it could depend. Still...he wasn't going to tell her what it was. She was cleaver. Undoubtedly she'd figure something out. "I can guarantee I can get you out of these cells." He crossed his arms. "But first you need to swear you'll help. And it better be on something good." Not that he could hold her to it.

He looked at the woman waiting for her to promise. He realized that he still didn't really know her name. Politeness would have been to ask right away but he hadn't bothered when they first met. Of course, her being a pirate and the little sword bout hadn't helped much. But now, it probably would be helpful to know the name of the person he was risking his life for. "Also, do you have a name?" Of course she had a name. What a stupid way to phrase that. Oh well, to late to rephrase that. That would just make it worse.

He glanced toward the hole in the cell, looking out toward the bay. They had to hurry. It won't be long before the soldiers made their way here. They were currently still helping clear everything up but they'd undoubtedly come to check the prisoner. Not to mention, this time wasting was making it all the more difficult for Abigail. He couldn't think about the horrors that she was enduring at this moment.