Vivienne studied the man across from her, and examined him through his response. He seemed to be the kind of man who would see reason to follow the law, though he may not fully accept it if something else interferes with his judgement to follow it. In this case, he broke her out of jail, and took sail upon a ship that's occupied with the New World's most-wanted thieves. But for what the pirate has just observed, William clearly doesn't know the "rules" of piracy, nor does he know about the obstacles and challenges contained. This was not a jump-in career that anyone can handle; only those with, at least, uncanny knowledge in survival: seamanship, finance, and strategy. She even heard stories of rookies dying on their first try, due to their lack of navigation. Vivienne figured that, through exposure to the challenges, it would give off a clear impression for the newbies to know what's ahead of them. The brunette couldn't help but agree with him, but she didn't outwardly make it known; keeping her feminine features soft and collected, but neutral, if one would look closer. It almost amused her that he would be this wise; the way his words were orchestrated and expressed, were almost like Vane: passionate and observed, while it held very little traits of influence; nowhere near Mister Silver's level, she knew, but he was perhaps on her own. If Turner was better, he may hold some level of understanding the ways of power, perhaps better than most. Vivienne made sure to mentally note this. She didn't say anything as he spoke, only using her body language to show that she was listening, albeit in a very curious way. Taking another swing, the pirate heard him declare his leave. Vivienne hummed in acknowledgement, in a way that she was allowing him to do so freely, at any time he wished. William was technically a temporal member in the crew, and if the pirate wanted to see what he was capable of, then distantly observing him would be the right way to go, in order to truly understand his perspective on the pirate life. If he was blindly despising it, Vivienne would have him experience it firsthand, hoping to eventually get him into knowing its true reality. Another sign of respect came from him, so she was on the right track. "You're only doing what's right, Mister Turner", she responded back, before watching him step out entirely. Making a sigh, almost in relief, the brunette-haired woman sank in the chair; pulling her legs upon the desk, and crossing them elegantly, as she took yet another swing. This one longer than previous, and a troubled expression came upon her. Vivienne felt herself beginning to wallow. [i]He had to ask, didn't he?[/i], she thought, seemingly staring into space, towards the open bottle she just recently placed on the desk. It was not in her place to be depressed, but the harsh life she had escaped, wasn't going to leave. The dirt...the sounds of axes...the punch blows...[i]the weeping[/i]...the cracking whip...the.. There was the sound of knocking, and a voice of a younger man. Her blue eyes looked up, delayed, and took in the image of Jim walking in; the youngest member. In her state, Vivienne didn't move; the only movement being her reach for the bottle... ------------------------------- The dark-brown, wavy-curled, and shoulder-length-haired man was indeed standing at the side of the vessel; the rolled-up sleeves of his dark-brown shirt exposing his, once again, light-tanned, average-slim, crossed arms, as a gentle wind blowing passed. John Silver was casually standing there, not really looking at anything in particular with his sky-blue eyes but, by the way he gazed out, he was seemingly waiting for the unknown. He heard approaching footsteps, and one glance next to him, was unexpected, but he figured that this taller man was just going about. A somewhat awkward tension became known, and Silver just followed through with it. "It is", it was a statement, not a question.