Norrington's face tightened as he glared at the pirate. If it was up to him, they'd kill the woman but the Governor's young niece - stupid girl at that - was in the way and had managed to get herself caught. Then, to make it worse, she had the misguided innocence to tell the pirate just who she was. In some ways, he was more furious with her than the pirate. The pirate was just scum, but the girl... If she wasn't the daughter of a lord or niece of the Governor...

He gave a slight jerk of the head indicating the soldiers should give the woman back her things. Abigail took them and carefully, so as not to have the blade slice her neck, turned and faced the woman. They were very close. There really wasn't fear in Abigail's eyes. She honestly didn't think the woman would kill her. She wasn't stupid to try anything with the knife so close - not that she would have. She kept her chin up, allowing for easy access to her neck. She felt everyone watching her but she ignored it. "Yes," she whispered back. "And you're Vivienne." It was almost like a question. She put the swordbelt on and tucked the gun into it. "I'm sorry for all this." She kept her voice low. "Are you really a pirate?" She asked quietly. There was no judgement, no horror - just open curiosity, with just a hint of awe.

Abigail had grown up in a traditional home. Daughter of a lord, her life was fairly regulated. The times she actually was able to be a bit more 'free' was here in Port Royal and even then there was only so much she could do. She never learned to fight, never watched a battle, and rarely was out after dark. Though she had learned authority and being able to command (something that as the daughter of a lord, it was drilled into her), she didn't have the cool, collectiveness that this woman had. This was a woman who, at the face of death had come up with a plan and remained calm during it. In a way Abigail was envious. If the roles were reversed she'd have no way to free herself. But then again, someone of her position, the roles would probably never have been reversed. Her brown eyes looked up at Vivienne. She would never be like this woman. Not because she despised her. Oh no. In many ways, Abigail was a bit awed and envious of her. But, no. She'd never be like this woman because her family would never allow it. After a stint like this, she'd probably get sent back to England where she'd marry and live the remainder of her days locked in society's hold. Her eyes glanced down and away. Her arms fell to her side now that the woman had her things back on.

"So what's your plan?" Norrington practically scoffed. "You can't hold her captive forever."