Daniel paused with her, evaluating the best way to be up on deck since they both weren't supposed to be seen. While he pondered he tucked the necklace into his shirt. From the sway of the boat he could tell from which side the vessel had been boarded on. Daniel listened to the sounds of the boat and the crew. It was a long shot but most of the crew would be on the poop deck. 

[b]"I 'ave an idea. We 'ave t' get down t' the lower cannon deck. Wi' all the ruckus from bein' boarded most o' th' crew will be up top. We can cast a line t' yer ship while the crews battle. We'd slip right b'low their noses."[/b] he suggested. It occurred to Daniel that one of the things that would give them away would be her hair. Thankful for the mess the place becomes in a battle, a hat lay nearby. [b]"'ere, tuck yer locks in this, don' want t' be getting caught due t' yer hair."[/b] he said, handing it to her. [b]"We'll 'ave t' go back th' way we came Miss Avery."[/b] He pressed, wondering if she would turn her trust in him because of what she thought of him, because he held her prize or if she would at all.