He was truly despicable, cold and heartless. Abigail felt the chills run down her spine at his look. It wasn't just the fact of his eye - no, though that was a bit creepy to her. No, it was the coldness, the complete lack of emotion or good. He wasn't good and he was fine with that. The only reason she was alive was because he willed it. The only reason she wasn't touched by the crew was because he had coldly calculated her value being untouched. He....he just was wrong. 

She watched his gaze turn back to [i]her[/i] medallion. She would never get it back. It was lost for good. But she would never stop thinking of it as hers. She glanced toward the window at the cry. Land? Her heart skipped a beat. Where they already at the Carolinas? She dismissed that. No. They hadn't traveled that far. But then again it was hard to tell when she was locked below deck.

When the boatswain came for her, she didn't fight him. She went along, allowing herself to be lead into the boat and rowed toward the shore. The sea air smelled good - a whole lot more than usual but that was probably due to the fact she had been inhaling stank air the past however long. 

It was dusk when they landed and started to set up. Abigail found herself, with some privacy, in her own tent. Though, the chain on her ankle chaffed slightly. She found she couldn't wonder far - the pirates had done a decent job securing the other end of the chain.

Still....

Sitting down, Abigail removed her shoe and stocking and examined the cuff. She tried to slide it down a bit, wondering if she could get her foot free. She winced as it caught at her ankle. She tried again, wiggling her foot a bit. Still no good. Hearing someone coming closer, she quickly used her skirt to cover the removed shoe, stocking and her foot, gently spreading her dress to make it look like she had just been sitting her, innocent.