Aboard the [i]Ranger[/i], Jim Hawkins fiddled with a switchblade, causing it to open and then close again and again. He had watched the attack last night with a bit of worry. Not only could it go bad for them if the [i]Fancy[/i] had spotted them - Low and his men were not allies in any of the least - but the bombardment of the town also meant danger for their captain. There was no way Jim and the Captain would ever be an item. Ever. Not that he seriously thought about it that way. Did he have a slight infatuation with her? Yes; Not that he'd admit anything more than the usual admiration that the crew had in general. He was young and she was beautiful. Breathtaking really. But she'd never look at him like that. But that was ok. He would live and die for her, more so than most of the crew. So the few who knew she was in the town, he had stayed up roughly most of the night waiting and hoping.

He actually thought about swimming into town to verify her safety but orders were orders. But when the quartermaster spotted her, Jim felt so much relief flood through him. Grabbing a rope he tossed it down for them. Staying back as most of the crew now were on deck, he watched as she climbed aboard. Her wet hair still raining a few drops of water off, her clothes covering her body. He glanced away not wanting to accidently give something away. The quartermaster probably knew but thankfully Silvers was nice enough not to rub it in. Anyone else on the crew and he'd never hear the end of it. Not to mention, the Cap'n would find out.

When the Captain inquired about the disabling of the [i]Dauntless[/i] and [i]Interceptor[/i], he smiled. That had been part of his job. Though one of the youngest members of the crew, he was a powerful swimmer and probably one of the best the crew had - due of course to his background of swimming since he was a child.

He frowned as he noted the young man climb up behind the woman. Who was he? He took in his appearance. The hair, the clothes. The look he had for them. The man apparently did not like them but why was he here? What had he to do with the Captain? The switchblade in his right hand flicked up and closed. Open and closed. He didn't like this upstart. As the Captain and the man walked away, he leaned toward Silvers. "Who's 'hat?" He inquired.

Will didn't like this one bit. The men were rough and what you'd imagine from pirates. Well...actually some of them didn't look as fierce or 'piratey' as he'd imagined. Still, they were murders, thieves, and pillagers. He wouldn't put it past any of them to try to kill him in his sleep. That right there made him wonder if Vivienne would have them do that. The fact that she was Captain was both surprising and not so much. Surprising for the fact she was a woman and it seemed strange she was Captain. But again not so surprising considering what he knew of her so far. He could actually see her leading - not because she was a good leader - but because she just came off as someone who would demand the obedience of others.

"How fast can the ship go?" He demanded following her. "How soon until we catch up with Low?" He didn't bother to keep his voice to a whisper. He didn't care what others thought.