Vivienne was a strange woman. Was she trying to be friendly? Trying to get him to see her side? Not that it would work. Still, her compliment surprised him. As did the remark about his father. Will didn't remember much about his dad but he knew that his father had been a great man. Strong. Courageous. Moral. It was something that Will wanted to strive for. He didn't admit that he almost agreed with Vivienne's assessment on him. He was a rule follower but there were times they were constraining. The very fact he was working with pirates to help Abigail proved that. But then again, rules were meant to help. Keep people safe. If the current establishment wasn't going to assist - in this case Abigail - than he had to do what he needed to do.

He studied her. It was hard to see someone like her having grown up a thief, forced to scrounge and survive. She was relatively healthy. Strong even. She was skilled with the blade, so that meant she had been practicing for some time. She held her own against him. And that was with an injury - not that he would admit that. She was a captain. But she wasn't that old. Maybe mid-twenties? Late twenties? It was impolite to ask a woman her age, not that Vivienne was a lady. Still...

"Interesting assessment." Will rose, not content to just sit. "There are reasons we have law and order. Rules bring firmness to a chaotic world. Without order there is anarchy. And anarchy just goes down to whoever is the strongest and most skilled. Basically might makes right." His hand rested calmly on his sword. "And that isn't true justice. That isn't the best way. In an anarchist society the weak and innocent usually pay." 

He walked over to the window and stared out into the sea. The waves lapped against the boat. The sky - clear. The sound of the men on the deck outside filtered in slightly. Will turned and looked at Vivienne. "Are some rules foolish? Yes, I concede that. But there are ways you can work with it. If I had time, I would have found a more lawful way to get Abigail back. But as time is of essence, I don't have any to waste."

He sighed. "I think I'll get some fresh air." He turned and headed toward the door. He paused. Wincing at having to do it, he looked back at Vivienne. "Thank you for your help." It was difficult to get the words out. He exited the cabin. He spotted the boy moving slightly away. He remembered what Vivienne said and wondered if the kid was happier here. Probably - if what she had said about his past was true. Though he didn't think she'd lie on that. Moving on, he spotted the first mate by the ship's side and headed over. He nodded and leaned against the railing. "Nice weather."

Jim had moved away quickly but not where it was obvious that he had been eavesdropping. Once the man had left, he made his way back to check on his captain. Spotting her drinking, he winced slightly before knocking. "Captain, did you need anything?" He asked