A few yards away from the island, the [I]Ranger[/I] continued to sway, as it lightly groaned while making its way over towards its destination. It was still completely nighttime, so for Vivienne to hold the spyglass towards the upcoming island. The wind gently blew through her brunette hair, as her quartermaster joined her at her side of the deck. The female smirked before telling Mister Silver what he had wanted to hear for a long time: set down the boats. They were back home! So, everybody would be thrilled to return back to the place where they could spend their fortune by doing 'god-knows-what'. But they would only be there for a short period of time, retrieving Abigail Ashe for William Turner, and return them back to Port Royal; safe and sound. Dropping the anchor for the [i]Ranger[/i] to sit a few yards away from the torch-surrounded beach, two of the longboats were set in the ocean to be rowed, with Vivienne at the front, and John Silver not too far behind. 

In all honesty, she wanted Mister Turner to see the reality of a piratical life: by inviting over to one of the largest of strongholds not even the British could claim. Throughout those years, the red-coats didn't have the resources necessary to make peace with the island dwellers; the only way to seek that peace is through a treaty, or a relevant agreement that would even things between authority, and a wide range of lawbreakers. The closer the boats got to the beach, the more clearer they were able to see the activity upon its shoreline. However, the only activity they were able to decipher was a group that seemed to be gathered around in one particular spot, as if something had brought everyone's attention. Vivienne narrowed her blue eyes, just before the longboat came to a stop. 

Stepping off of the vessel, the woman approached the group, and the gatherers broke apart, who appeared almost clueless on what they should do. But this cluelessness was only relevant, once the view of someone sitting down, hunching over, with its back to her. Stepping towards it, Vivienne grabbed the shirt of the hunched-over person, and pulled to sit it up. But as soon as she did, the brunette came face to face with Ned Low, who held an expressionless face (like he always did), with a bloody slice across the throat. The woman groaned, almost in disgust and frustration, before letting go of the corpse, making it fall completely on the sand. John appeared by her side, and looked down on the now-deceased Captain Low. "What the hell happened here?", he asked the clueless men that surrounded them. "We spotted him having a talk with anoth'a, having to exchange parts, until the oth'a put him out of his misery; took his prize with him", John looked back at the corpse, along with Vivienne, as one of the crewman continued to explain. "He didn't say his name, but all I saw was that he had a barbarian look about him", just by hearing this, Vivienne groaned again, almost angrily, and walked fast into the brush of trees, heading towards town. Mister Silver wasn't too far behind, and he wouldn't be surprised if Will and Jim decided to follow.