Vivienne continued to walk, even as Mister Turner managed to catch up with her. His words were grilling yet they were marked to be threats. He doubted her; that's what it was. [i]Doubt.[/i] With that said, he thought he had figured her out. In fact, it was so apparent, that she wasn't the only one to even think of it. Her quartermaster remained observant of their latest recruit and, surely, John had expected that this man's motive would never disappear. By the sound of Will's statements towards the captain, he had a purpose; a goal. And so far, within Mister Turner's actions and already-said beliefs, John wasn't going to give his sights up on the man anytime soon. For the sake of Vivienne and the crew. 

The woman continued her fast stride, internally rolling her eyes at Will's demanding rant. [i]He wants this; he wants that.[/i] How many times did she have to explain it to him? Abigail was most certainly alive. Even without proof, she was. That, she was very certain. With that last statement, the brunette had enough. Quickly putting a hand at the handle of her sword, Vivienne stopped walking, sheathed, and placed the blade just against Mister Turner's throat, knowing he would have to stop walking if he wanted to keep his head. She remained standing beside him, just stretched her arm out, in order for the blade to reach the man's neck. "Mister Turner!", she sternly warned him. It was such a bold move that not even Silver saw coming. He was just behind the pair, sky-blue eyes slightly widening in surprise at the captain's latest action. Honestly, the last time he'd ever seen her aggressive was through her fights with Vane. The relationship of father-and-daughter was a complex one, and through other times, it was simple. But, by the means of Vivienne's past, she was as complicated as Charles. But the love between them was there. 

Her blue eyes bored into him, with the torch-lights illuminating off her youthful face. "My word remains effective. Even after what we saw on that beach, I can assure you that Miss Ashe is alive. Even when there is no physical proof, that corpse has a story written all over it", she was serious, and her eyes narrowed, taking a step towards the blacksmith. It was true. "I know when a prize is taken: When there is a dead captain; and a dead captain means a powerless crew. So the killer takes the loot; the loot, meaning Abigail", the brunette explained. "Now, if I hear any inquiries made against me [i]by[/i] you, I won't receive that news well. Do I make myself clear, Mister Turner?", that last sentence was made with gritted teeth. "So, you either follow my word, and believe me? Or, take a more distressing approach? It's your call", and with that, she slowly removed the weapon from his neck, and sheathed it, before continuing with her stride. John watched her walk away, then looked back at Will, giving him a look that was mixed with an almost apologetic and still-surprised gaze, before having a second to compose himself, and continue following the woman through the brush. 

Having to now take the entrance into town, the brunette, almost mechanically, walked through the dirt road, and approached the tavern. She was looking for him. Yes, [b]HIM[/b]. Where was that man? When she caught sight of him having a drink with the first mate, Vivienne approached him. Even after he caught sight of her, she suddenly hit him square on the face, almost between a punch, and an angry slap.