Silver was one of those individuals who can be a bit staunch at times; especially when he and the Captain on the same page. Before he got hired on the ship, he was an individual who only served himself, but after he was seduced by the beauty of the sea, he found himself diving into opportunities; in this case, piracy. With Black, he found a familiarity within her that he can relate to himself: cunning and clever, not to mention being semi-manipulative. On his part, John Silver had the tongue that can be emphasized to his name: silver-tongue, a trait that Vivienne sometimes lacked, so he volunteered to be the back-up voice of influence, on-and-off the [i]Ranger[/i]. 

Unlike Jim Hawkins, their recent albeit youngest member, Silver admired the Captain as a partner; sometimes as a friend, he liked her way of thinking, and her quality of improvisation, giving him a clear reason to join as her quartermaster. They were equals in this life, just like the rest of the crew. Leaned up against the mast, with his arms crossed, he raised an eyebrow at Mister Hawkins' observation. He liked Jim for his talents too, mainly his talent to pickpocket, swipe, and get-away manuevers. He was another one who was clever on the crew, but for him to be the youngest, he had the weakness of influence, making him very easy to actually direct. Not that Silver and Vivienne would ever think of doing so, but Jim was only a kid, there was pity at the thought. 

"I don't know", John answered the young lad in his usual 'matter-of-fact' tone. "A new member, perhaps? Miss Black was quick to bring him along, yet we don't know who he really is. Keep an eye on him for right now, and we'll just find out in a matter of time", he suggested before taking his leave, and pass the word of Black's recent order. 

Vivienne was walking back to the helm of the [i]Ranger[/i], until she heard, once again, Mister Turner demand answers of her. [i]'That's right, he doesn't know this kind of life'[/i], she inwardly thought to herself while coming up with answers to his questions. "Fast enough, Mister Turner. Never underestimate the speed of the [i]Ranger[/i]. All hands, gentlemen, we're going home!", the brunette answered the blacksmith before calling out where their next destination was: Nassau. If she was being honest with William, that is precisely where Low was heading, like every bucaneer in the Caribbean. Not to mention that the port was 'Pirates Only'; a paradise where one would spend in every way they can. 

And so, the ship was moving; slowly out from the cover of the rocks, and towards the open ocean. At the moment, there was triumph...that there was no possible way of getting caught if anybody noticed them drifting in the distance.