Vivienne Black. Very interesting name for a pirate. He had half expected some more masculine name or something. Some pirates changed their name when they went that way and Vivienne....well though it sought her, it seemed almost too...delicate for her line of work. He pushed the thoughts aside and looked at her. Listen to her at all times huh? Well, that didn't mean he had to obey. He didn't trust her. Oh she would help him - or he hoped. He was a bit desperate there. But even if she did, she'd have her own agenda and would probably try to stab him in the back in the end. The thought crossed his mind that she might only be agreeing to capture Abigail for herself and rub it into Captain Low. But he had no choice but to work with her. Maybe she and Low would kill each other and make this easier. The concept of wishing her dying hit him and he pushed away the regret.

"As long as it seems reasonable." He took her hand and shook. Her hand was a bit rough from swordplay but at the same time smooth. She was still a woman and it was obvious. He let her hand go and went over to the candle holder. Breaking it he headed to the bars. "There's a weakness in the bars. If you pry them at a certain angle they'll give." He paused at her inquisitive look. "I helped make them. The final design wasn't my idea and couldn't be helped." His master had done some of the work. The idiot. Will had done the best he could but the flaw was still there.

He broke the bars open, using the candlestick as leverage. He eyed the pirate - Vivienne - a bit suspiciously but stepped aside letting her out. "We need to get out of here safely, find a ship, and get Abigail. I'd prefer we leave now." He didn't leave much room for arguing.