The ship swayed back and forth. Back and forth. Being deep in the belly of it, Abigail huddled in the corner terrified. Not that she would show it. After the initial protest, she had been firm - stern almost - lecturing them on who she was and what trouble they'd find themselves into. She hoped her bravado would keep her safe though she was a realistic enough to know that it wouldn't get her free. If anything, they'll hold her for ransom. That was actually a far better fate than she could imagine. As it was, she still half expected more than the rough handling she had been given. Her hair was in disarray, clothes torn - yet not to the extent where she was exposed. 

She heard the footsteps coming and rose. Brushing her arm across her face, she made sure no loose tears were visible. She lifted her chin as the man unlocked the cell door. She hung back - though not cowering. "The captain requests does he?" Her words were far more courageous than she felt. Not that she'd refuse. She wasn't stupid. She went willingly or she'd be dragged. She stepped forward, and nodded, indicating him to lead on.

Years of experience as a nobleman's daughter kicked in. Her posture was impeccable, her chin level. She didn't cower or quake along, despite the fear in her heart. If anything, she would be brave for Elizabeth. She had yet to really think about her cousin's death, pushing the emotions and thoughts back for the time being. There were more pressing things to be worried about.

Upon the deck, she ignored the stares and leers as she was lead to the Captain's cabin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her skin crawled but she didn't give it away.

Finally in front of the captain, she eyed him coldly. "Yoo've made a terrible mistake." Her chin lifted slightly. "My father will have you hang from the highest yardline."