The beach wasn't the best spot to see the harbor. It was too flat. Frowning for a second, she brightened as she got the great idea of climbing up the cliff facing to get a better view. It would be further away but provide a nice, more aerial shot of the harbor and the ocean. Besides, with the wind in her hair, the sun in her face - it would feel great. 

Climbing up, barefoot, wasn't the best idea. She regretted it slightly wondering if she should go back and find her shoes but she dismissed the idea. It wouldn't hurt her too much and the shoes were a bit uncomfortable anyway. But they were the latest fashion craze going on in London - not that she cared. But her mother did, so... Either way, she'd rather deal with the rock than putting those shoes back on. How did they expect anyone to walk in those things? Fashion made no sense to Abigail. Oh she liked pretty things - a beautiful dress or whatnot - but she was also a bit practical. Not being able to breathe? That was cumbersome. Shoes that pinched her feet? Not worth it. Even as it was, her current attire was not the best for climbing. The corset was a bit tight making her breathing a bit harder but she pushed on. The skirts were also a tad annoying but there was nothing she could do there either.

Reaching the top she looked out at the city of Port Royal and the harbor. Her sharp eyes picked up movement on the embankments as British soldiers lined up. She frowned and looked closer than, heart jumping a beat, she remembered. The promotion ceremony. She was supposed to be down there. The daughter of a Lord and niece of the governor, it would not do well for her to miss it.

[i]"You always forget the most important details, Abigail."[/i] Her mother's frustrated voice sounded in her mind.

It wasn't that she was a space case - no far from it. Her memory was superb and she could remember things that most wouldn't. It was just that certain...unimportant - at least to her - details didn't stick. She hadn't been real pleased with having to go to the promotion ceremony - an undoubtedly tedious and boring event to begin with. Not to mention she'd have to smile, give some lady like charm, which she was good at, and pretend to be happy for someone she really didn't know outside of a passing acquaintance. She could do all of that, very well when needed, she just wasn't a fan. 

She glanced down at her attire. A bit dirty from her climb and not the best thing to show up to a ceremony in. The thought briefly came to her that it might just be better to skip it altogether. She had just gotten up here and by time she got down there to the ceremony she'd be late anyway. And that was assuming she went straight there without finding her shoes - something she would have to do first otherwise cause a scandal. Either way, she was dead. Her uncle would lecture her to no end. Thankfully, Elisabeth wouldn't - in fact, a smile crept on Abigail's face. Her cousin would probably be envious. 

Deciding she better at least attempt trying to get there before ending, Abigail turned. Something caught her eye. It wasn't in the harbor. It was out a bit, away from the site of the fort and prying eyes. She took a step closer to the edge. Was it a ship? She leaned slightly to look. She lost her footing and next thing she knew she was hurtling toward the water below. A started cry escaped her but not a real scream. She had enough wit to put her arms in front of her, knowing if she was going to hit the water, the tips of her hands might be able to cut through it a bit, thus lessening the impact. She hit the bay and went straight in.