Vivienne was a swimmer, pretty much on an athletic scale. It's true what they say that women on such a ship were considered as a 'bad omen', but when was the last time she ever brought on such luck. Taking a few strokes of her form to the surface, she was met with Will at the side of the [i]Ranger[/i]. With her dark-brown, black hair slicked back due to the weight of water, she pulled herself up with an amount of effort upon the rope. Using her boots to give her better leverage upon the wooden surface of the vessel, the brunette gave a grunt with each pull, climbing. With her tailing bustle drenched, Vivienne used full strength at best. 

Reaching the board of the deck, she gave William the time to catch up with her. "Miss Black", called a male voice from the helm; a male figure approaching down the stairs. "I was afraid you wouldn't make the assault late last night", there was a youthful quickness to his voice, almost in a smooth "as-a-matter-of-fact" way. If anybody compared his physique to the rest of the men being near, he was almost between a slender-athletic scale. Maybe both. A little shorter than William in height, though, at least a 5' 9" or 8", which would be one or two inches taller than Vivienne. He had short, brown-black hair that curled in the ends, to his shoulders, with a few waves here and there, and tan skin that had a sheen of sweat from the sun, hard work, or equal measures of both; not to mention a faint stubble of a mustache below his nose. He had on a brown shirt that seemed to be loose with rolled-up sleeves at the elbow, while being tucked into the pair of tight black pants, complete with a pair of black boots, and a glimpse of an old-string necklace being shaped like a metal cross, or some other intersecting pattern. His eyes were blue, but in a shade of a light blue; more like the sky than sea, whether it was a trick of the light setting them off or not. 

"We thought the invaders robbed you", this was [url=https://youtu.be/3VCS9SyUgmw]John Silver[/url], quartermaster of the [i]Ranger[/i]. There was a boyish look about him, almost crossing the line as being devious or someone to cause trouble, but overall, looks were deceiving. "Mister Silver, I assume you took notice of the said-invaders?", the female asked. "More or less, yes", there was a certain element of charm to him. "He took full advantage of the town last night, we've assumed that it was Low. The [i]Fancy[/i] used a full-enough load like no other ship", he explained before crossing his arms, and leaning against the mast. 

Vivienne turned away from her second-in-command, and towards the town of Port Royal in the distance. "Did you disable them?", the brunette asked, while looking at the [i]Interceptor[/i] and the [i]Dauntless[/i]. "Right after you left", Silver answered, almost in a smooth way of deviousness, while also looking at the ships. "Get us underway", Vivienne simply told him, still looking out to the anchored ships. [i]They won't get far if they happen to notice...[/i] she inwardly thought.