Vivienne narrowed her eyes once again, before that smile of hers made itself known. Watching them leave with Abigail, all the pirate could do was glance at the now deceased body of Elizabeth laying nearby. True, the pirate began to pity the girl for losing someone dearest to her, but now, once of the most fearsome of pirates had taken her as a prize. [i]Like I'm afraid of some locker[/i], she thought to herself with that smile remaining. But that one look to the lifeless body made her lose the act of carelessness. Captain Ned Low now had the New World's most expensive of riches; not to mention a person of an even higher class upon his vessel. She needed to get to Vane, all the way to Nassau. But first things first, she needed to find a way out of this bloody cell. It was going to be nearly dawn, and the longer she sat in there, Vivienne was up to the point of passing out in sleep upon the floor.