Whether it was the glint of the gold in the moonlight, the voice of Vivienne or maybe just reality hitting back again, Abigail found herself in a dire situation. Held by two pirates who did not seem to have the best intent, any crying or protests ceased as her face took on the firmness and closedness that would make her family proud. "Unhand me." Her voice held the bearing of her rank.

Both pirates ignored her. One let her arm go and walked toward the prison cell. He chuckled at the irony. "My, my. Vivienne." He smirked. "Does Captain Vane know you're here?" He asked.

The other man laughed as well, though his grip on both the gold piece and Abigail's arm did not loosen. Abigail tried to yank the piece away which brought his attention back to her. He hit her across the face and yanked the chain off her neck. It broke but not before digging slightly into her skin. To her credit, Abigail barely uttered a cry of pain, instead letting herself remain completely calm. She had the feeling that if she showed any fear it would be the end of her. As it was, her life and virtue was in jeopardy. Her chin lifted, as she fought to be brave, though the hints of fear was evident in the tremors in her hand and in her eyes. She wished she was as brave as Vivienne. Laughing in the face of death. Casually bantering while guns had been pointed at her. But she wasn't. 

"What's your interest in the lass?" The first pirate mocked. "Want the gold piece for yeself?" He laughed. His smile faded.