Jim nodded. He didn't like the man. He didn't know why. There was something about him that seemed...different. "Aye Sir." He watched the quartermaster leave before turning his attention back to the rookie. Bah. The man probably wouldn't last long at sea. But the Cap'n didn't make mistakes. She was excellent on who she picked and seemed to see someone's attributes. She had picked him up, offering him a life at sea, away from Tortuga where he had been born and raised. In a way, that had been a blessing. He had lasted a long time there but his luck wouldn't last forever. Despite being a place of lawlessness, a thief like him - cleaver or not - eventually was either forced into a gang or killed. He had been lucky that Vivienne had picked him up. A small smile toyed on his lips. He remembered that like yesterday.

Focusing his attention back to the newcomer, he hoped this young man wouldn't be trouble. But if he was, if he tried anything with the Cap'n, he'd find his throat slit quicker than anything. There might not be a lot of loyalty among a pirate crew - or some would think - but there were some extremely loyal to the lady captain, and Jim was one of them. He edged his way up closer pretending to work on some ropes as he eavesdropped.

"Home?" Will hissed. "You promised we'd go after Abigail." He glared down at the woman. "So now that I helped you escape, you're just going to back out now?" His eyes narrowed. He was technically on dangerous ground. She had her crew to back her up and he was by himself. His eyes took in those around them, the weapons, the size. Quickly analyzing each and every one, he ranked which ones would be the greatest threat provided they turned on him - something he assumed would happen. But not really until after finding Abigail. 

There was a threat in the man's word. Jim's grip tightened and his other hand flipped open and closed his knife. If the man moved against the Cap'n he wouldn't know what hit him. Very few thought of Jim as a threat. He didn't mind. It was what had kept him alive and what was his greatest advantage. He didn't even have a sword. He didn't need one. For his age, very few could come close to him in regards to a switchblade.

His eyes smoldered slightly under his hat. He looked at the Cap'n. She could take care of herself but she shouldn't have to. That was what the crew was for.