Vivienne was narrowly staring at him now with her blue eyes, along with seriousness slowly creeping up within before rolling them at his assumptions, and accusations to her senses of empathy. "Well pardon me for bringing you on this ship to get her back", she countered at him in a collected, straight-forward way, sounding a little dissapointed with his quickness to jump and not analyze what she's been trying to tell him. "Mister Turner, might I advise you that you might not be looking hard enough at what I request of you?", the pirate sat on the desk in a calm manner, since she was near Will; one of her legs supporting her weight, and arms to support her balance. 

Her face was near William now, by several inches. "You want to know where Low makes berth? This is the most definitive spot", she pointed once again to the map, though her gaze remained on him. "Nassau is on the island of New Providence, one of the fewest of pirate ports in the Caribbean. Not to mention being the most prominent of strongholds we have. If you so desperately want to rescue Abigail, we shall be there by sunset, and fortunately, according to Mister Silver", she paused, getting off of the desk, and going around the desk to sit in the grand chair. "Low is currently very new to the place, as we speak, so he won't get far", [i]from the fort[/i], the pirate held back.

"In the meantime, relax", Vivienne reached behind her, fetching a bottle of rum from a small shelf, and two mugs. Who else wouldn't secretly stash a bottle where you might need it? She gestured to the seat before her, near Will. "Tell me, why so bleak towards me? What's this grudge against piracy?", she was really asking out of curiosity.