Abigail kept her head as she was forcibly put into a rowboat and rowed out to the pirate vessel. Explosions sounded all around them. And for one moment, a shell nearly hit them as it screamed over head. She ducked, illiciting laughter from her captors - though it was a bit nervous as they too had been a bit afraid for a second.

The one pirate kept a tight grip on her arm the entire time. It was as if he couldn't let go. His other hand held the pirate coin, also gripped tightly. She had made one half-hearted attempt to grab it and the bruise on her cheek ended that attempt. Why he didn't pocket it she didn't know. 

Her heart pounded as they approached the enemy vessel. Flashes from the cannon illuminated it in the night. She was completely terrified. These men were not like Vivienne or the pirates she had daydreamed about. They were cruel and the looks and suggestions made had her fear for both her life and person. But, being the daughter of a lord had its advantages. Despite the slight tremble in her hands, the hint of fear in her eye, she managed to keep most of her fear under control. She had learned to hide her emotion many times before. Though in a case like this, it was a bit more difficult due to the type of emotion.

The men led her up into the ship and past other pirates fighting the fort. They marched her to a man who's composure sent an icy fear unlike any she had ever felt before.

"Cap'n. Look what we found. And she had this." The pirate finally released her arm pushing her forward, making her land in a heap at the Captain's feet. He handed over the pirate coin to his leader. Abigail looked up at the man and lifted her chin, fear there but also courage.