Being complemented by a pirate was not really the best thing. As a young woman amongst enemies, having one's beauty noticed was actually more detrimental. Thankfully, no one had yet to press her. Her jaw clenched slightly at his comment of trade. Her father was very strict about dealing with pirates. However, for his daughter, he would undoubtedly make an exception. Possibly. He just would be a bit annoyed. 

Her eyes fell to the trinket that the pirate was using. Her heart skipped a beat as fury hit her. [i]That[/i] was hers. Taken roughly from her, the slight impression in her skin of where the chain had been pulled, still not yet faded. She moved her eyes back to the man. It was no use demanding he give it back. In fact, showing sentimental value might make him more inclined to keep it. Still, there's a was a sense of loss. She had kept that necklace, that pirate coin, for years - most of her life really. Having found it washed on shore she had grown a bit attached to it. Though, she didn't know why. The man across from her would undoubtedly spend it or something else with it. He didn't have the attachment she did to it. Not that he would care. He was a pirate. 

"What is your plan for me?" She asked turning her mind to a more pressing matter: herself. "I presume you'll want to hold me for ransom - though I warn you, my father won't take kindly to any harm coming to me." She forced herself to meet his gaze. She would not cower. Would not run. She would not let him intimidate her despite the fact she was terrified.