Will frowned and followed the woman. He stopped behind her as she paused to talk to a youthful looking pirate. The boy couldn't be but nineteen or twenty. Maybe a year older than Abigail? He was a bit surprised at Vivienne's question and the slight concern in her voice.

"Aye, Cap'n." Jim stuttered slightly. His gaze darted to Will and it was obvious he didn't like or trust the other man. He didn't ask who the man was. T'wasn't his business. If the Cap'n wanted to tell him then she would. Still, he didn't like it. Being dismissed, he watched her head on to her cabin. His gaze met Will's.

The boy clearly didn't like him. Well, the feeling was mutual. Will liked nothing about pirates. Though he felt a slight pity for the lad. Wasn't even that old and already a pirate. If he was caught, he would be hung. His short life wasted. Will shook his head and followed Vivienne into her cabin. It was fairly spacious for a ship. The furniture was nice. Maps, inkpots, and quills swayed slightly but stayed on the table even as the ship rocked. Wasn't bad.

He frowned and looked at the spot she pointed. "No." He hadn't. But then again, he wasn't familiar with pirate locations. He memorized the location in case he needed it. The British Government would be happy to know where one of the pirate hideouts were. "What's it have to do with Abigail?" He was a bit fixated on the point. "While we are wasting time here, [i]Low[/i] is doing unimaginable things to her. She's only eighteen. Not much younger than your pirate boy out there." Will pointed toward the door. "You are going to leave a young, naive girl to her fate? Unlike your boy, she won't last long. Pretty thing like her." Maybe pointing out the danger, he could guilt Vivienne into getting her act in gear and helping. She was after all a woman and undoubtedly knew the dangers a female had among a rough male crew. If she didn't care than she was more heartless than he realized.