Mister Meeks didn't say anything but watched as the girl stood up, with her head held high. In other ways, he was impressed by her courage, and a few have believed that Meeks was actually one of the more sympathetic on the crew. Unlike most, he was also one of the few recruits who felt that they were being driven by a madman. He's seen what the captain can do, and in truth, he may be a cowardly quartermaster, but he followed him nonetheless. The last time someone tried to depose Captain Low, didn't end very well, and the last thing he wanted to do, was an attempt to cross him. Even though he had good judgement, he was reluctant to even use it, due to the fact that Ned had a few loyal men at his disposal. 

The whole way, Meeks had a grip on one of Abigail's forearms, as he lead her from the brig, towards the upper deck. He didn't use force while guiding her, pointing to the fact that she was both young, and a lady. Pity was all he could express for her, and he could compare that he was just as vulnerable as she was. As quartermaster, Meeks was always reluctant. The stares, and a few light chuckles from the fellow crewman kept them moving as they approached his [url=https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ft-lJyu_nuY/maxresdefault.jpg]captain's cabin[/url]. Opening the door, the quarters of Low were decent; not as rich. But by the lack of maps and books, shows that this man is almost seemingly an amateur to this life, or had just recently stole the ship an amount of time before arriving in Port Royal. 

The captain himself was sitting in that wooden chair, a few feet from the door, in front of a decent-size desk that almost looked more like a wooden table. He just happened to notice the entrance of Mister Meeks and his prize; blue eyes neutrally watching her. His quartermaster sat the girl in a wooden chair, that was at a good distance across from Ned. He heard Abigail speak, and the captain only made a dry chuckle in response. His dagger sat on the desk nearby his sitting form, and his right hand (that had two rings) lightly tapped the handle, while the other just laid on the desk, across his chest. 

"For a lovely lady, I'm impressed", his nonchalant Irish-English voice responded, having no emotion in it, as usual. For a man to be half-blind, Ned was very observant; the girl had guts. "A sound rule. Unfortunate for me, but sound nonetheless", he lightly mocked, but sounded...honest. "For you, to be found as treasure, you're the ticket for trade", he raised the hand that was sitting on the desk, and the golden medallion hung on the chain, showing it on display for Abigail.