Will bristled slightly at her correction. Ship. Boat. Did it really matter with Abigail's life on the line? He sighed. "Ship then." He raised an eyebrow slightly at her comment. "Borrowing?" That meant she stole it from someone. She and a crew probably commandeered it. But she was undoubtedly one of those pirates who used fancy talk to avoid calling it as it was. Why? Maybe it was to help their guilty consciences. He didn't know. He didn't understand pirates nor wanted to. They were scum. The British and the East India Company had a good idea when it came down to it: first offense - branding. Second, hanging. Assuming of course they just didn't hang you. Most of the time they skipped the first and just went to the second. 

Enough people in the world had been hurt by pirates. And considering all the damage they did to his own life, Will had no sympathy for them. The only reason he was even working with this woman was because he had no choice. She would lead him to Abigail, rescue the girl, and help him get his revenge. After that, he would be glad to never see her again.

"So, how do we get out there? Swim? You do know that if the [i]Dauntless [/i]and [i]Interceptor[/i] see us, they'll be after us immediately. And I don't care how fast your [i]ship[/i]," he purposely put emphasis on the word, "is but nothing can outrun the [i]Interceptor[/i]. I hope you have a plan."