Fanning to keep herself cool, Abigail Ashe felt that she was finding herself having troubles breathing. She didn't know why, but she could not figure out how any female in existence could breathe with how tight and constricting these corsets were. She was feeling tired just standing there that she was trying so hard to stay awake during the Ceremony for Commodore Norrington. She knew it would be rude and she did not find it right to even confront her cousin Elizabeth Swann over the matter. Wincing midway through the Ceremony, Abigail winced, feeling the discomfort from the corset, trying to be discreet about the whole ordeal, trying to adjust it for possible comfort that may not even exist at all. 

Meanwhile, being as sneaky as he could, William Turner dressed in the same attire as before, now with the additions of leaving his brown hair down instead of up like it had been before, a red laced cape, and a grey wide-brimmed hat with a big fancy with feather at the back of it. He watched the ceremony, watching as they gave Commodore Norrington the sword he made for him.