Will glanced over at the man. [i]"It is."[/i] Plain. Simple. Nothing more, nothing less. It was surprisingly refreshing. The man wasn't arrogant in the way he said it. It wasn't said "It is" as annoyance. No. In a way it left things open yet at the same time let it end there if Will decided to let it go. It basically left the conversation in his court. 

The man was young - not young like the boy but still fairly young, in his prime. His hair was a bit curly and hung down to his neck. He seemed to have a slight easy nature yet Will had no doubt he knew what he was doing with the blade. He seemed ready for whatever was to come, not afraid of it. He had an adventurers look about him. Why had he joined up? He didn't seem like one with a poor background. But he also didn't seem like a blackguard either. "The name's Will. Will Turner." Will offered his hand, introducing himself. He didn't know why he did it. Why make acquaintances with the crew? They were just going their separate ways. 

Maybe it was the words that Vivienne had said. Maybe there was something that made him wonder. He had always seen pirates as evil. They were. They pillaged and plundered. His own family was dead because of them. But...but maybe there was something to some of them. Why did they become evil? Vivienne's remark on Jim, the young pirate lad, seemed to reverberate in Will's mind. What drove someone to piracy? Was it the adventure of it? Was it the wealth? Was it poor family background? Looking at the man in front of him, Will wondered if adventure was what brought him aboard. He didn't seem like a villain, but then again, maybe it was an act? For all Will knew this man would slit his throat for a mild offense. 

Either way, Will was going to take advantage of his time here. Vivienne was right in some ways. Will didn't feel like he knew pirates well enough. He hated them and would never agree to what they did but...but spending the little time he would with them might give him better insights. And it wouldn't hurt. To know one's enemy would help in better defeating them. Knowing what drove a pirate could ultimately help in defeating said pirate. Besides, conversation wouldn't kill him. He wasn't going to ignore everyone the entire trip. They'd no doubt slit his throat and toss him overboard if he tried that. Assuming of course they wouldn't do that anyway.

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The captain was drinking. That was never a good sign. "Cap'n?" Jim entered the cabin, glad the stranger had finally left. He didn't trust the man. The fact he had a sword meant the captain had a bit of trust in him. Well enough to let him walk on armed. Of course, the captain was also an excellent swordswoman. She had bested Jim the few times they had sparred. He always tried to learn from those mistakes and improve. And she was wonderful to watch. Her movements. The way she glided. Her hips. His throat went dry and he pushed the thought aside. He didn't want to go [i]there[/i] right this second.

"Do you need anything?" He asked. His eyes went down a bit, as they usually did. They widened as he spotted the injury. "You're injured." There was anger and a bit of protectiveness in his tone. Who had done that to her? "Do you need some fresh water to clean it?" He asked.