"Yes", Vivienne answered simply, almost as if it was obvious, and then shrugged at his decline for rum. More for her, then. She proceeded by popping the cork off the top, and take a small swing. They were only occasional times where she would drink. Maybe not as much as the others, but it was rare to witness from the pirate woman. The brunette might have the habit of stashing them all over the place, but it's remarkable that she would drink only so little at a time. That was when she put her laced boots upon the desk in a casual manner, when Will began his explainable lecture. 

She was all ears to William's point of persoective to the image of piracy. It contained at least seventy percent of the content being described, and she couldn't agree more with him. "What you say, love, is all true to what you think of us", she spoke after a moment of processing; her gaze still upon him, slightly narrowing her blue eyes. "However, not everything in this life is about murder and greed", she paused, looking at the bottle that was currently in her possession. "It was not always a willful choice to pick, not for any of us. There were times where we didn't have a choice", her voice turned solemn at this point, and her gaze went back to him. 

"It was all about survival, Mister Turner. Most of us have had very poor lives, and took upon [i]this[/i] life as an opportunity to escape the chains of labor, and the chains of authority. We didn't need those rules to hold us back, and we didn't need authority to drive us from what they expect of us", she came to a pause once again, before making a sigh, and getting up to move towards the windows behind the chair. There was a grim expression upon her as she thought about those times she had to escape that said-labour, and those times she helped her crewmates escape their own harsh realities. Speaking of harsh realities, this went back to her youngest crew member. 

"I'm sure you noticed our youngest lad out there", she pointed out to William, knowing that he would cross paths with Jim. "Around here, we call him 'Jim', but back then, he was 'James Pleiades Hawkins'", the pirate added. "Good kid, he is; a strong one with a passion to experience the sea. Raised by his only mother Sarah, she and Jim were left abandoned on Tortuga by his father. But the streets of the port proved to be difficult, and Sarah passed away from disease", Vivienne remembered the memory real well. "I found him in a controversy with another crew, due to turning to a life of thievery. Pressganged here and there, someone had to rescue him", she turned to Will, taking her gun and sword off her belt, and placing them upon the desk. "I offered him a better life here within my crew, and he took it. I'm proud of him to be here. He's just a kid, William", she finished before going back to the desk, but not sitting down. 

To see Mister Turner still ponder upon Abigail, she, once again, sat on the desk in front of him. "Don't worry about the girl", the pirate told him, surprisingly sounding empathetic from her previous story. "I've happen to bump into her yesterday, and not just at the jail", she hinted the last time she saw her. "Miss Ashe put up a good fight that night; as a pirate, I've never seen another lass that strong, aside from the other one", truthfully, she meant no ill-will towards Elizabeth, and if Will thought it that way, he overestimated her. "I think you overestimate me on 'heartlessness', Mister Turner. I don't have the wile to possess no heart; I tend to see empowerment in everyone", she gave a smirk to the man, a natural one that holds assuring.