Abigail hit the water hard. The landing disoriented her for a moment, turning her completely around and bringing some confusion. She held her breath, though her lungs burned. She really hadn't had time to draw in air. She tried fighting, swimming, anything but she didn't even know which way was up and her skirts dragged her further down. The salt water stung her eyes but she ignored it, trying to keep the open. She fumbled her stupid corset, hoping to release it, maybe give her a little less weight. The gold coin that she had found on the beach so long ago, hanging from a chain floated out from her bodice though didn't go far as the chain held it into place. Not that she noticed. She had more important things to worry about. 

Bubbles escaped through her nose and panic started to set in. She was going to die. All those years of swimming and she'd die from drowning. The irony. Even as her vision started to blur, her lungs burning - needing oxygen, she couldn't help but wonder what her family would think. Her mother would undoubtedly take her mourning out in anger. Feeling she'd failed. Her father, he would mourn too but in a silent way. Her last thoughts were that Elisabeth would take it the hardest. Though they didn't see each other often, they were very close. [i]"I'm sorry."[/i] She thought as her eyes started to close.

Suddenly she felt something or someone jerk her. She barely was conscious but she could barely make out a female form beside her. Was it an angel taking her to heaven? Her eyes closed. It seemed like eternity but it was only a matter of seconds before she felt a weight from around her waist and breasts release, making her breath easier. She coughed up water and blinked trying to find a point of reference. A woman's face was above hers, almost on top of her. 

Startled, she gave a slight cry and nearly backed up slightly before she gave into another coughing fit. She most have inhaled water as she now tried to cough it all out. Her lungs and throat burned. She lifted herself up on one arm, turning slightly to clear her airway. The gold pirate coin hung from her neck. It was interesting design. A grinning skull stared out, almost laughing. It hung from the black cord in view of all.

It took her a second to catch her breath. She looked up at her rescuer, now a bit more coherent. The woman was not like anyone from around here. Her attire, soaked like Abigail's suggested more of a saloon girl or lady of the night. Not that Abigail knew much about either. Her parents would be mortified to know that she even knew enough to recognize the attire. Her mother would undoubtedly freak out and for a brief moment Abigail wondered which her mother would have though worse - her drowning or her being rescued by someone from lower society. Not that Abigail cared. She was just grateful to be alive. She reached forward and hugged the woman. "Thank you," she said, immensely grateful.

She pulled back finding that they weren't alone but that two redcoats were there as well and a bunch of people were running down toward them. Apparently her fall into the sea had not gone unnoticed. She quickly tucked the pirate piece back into her dress, thankful that despite the wetness of her outfit, that there was enough folds for the jewelry to go unnoticed. It wasn't something she really wanted to have to explain. Only Elisabeth knew about it.