With her head tilted to the side in confusion Abigail watched the woman try to pull her sword from its sheath but nothing happened.  She wobbled for a bit and fell over.  "Oh."  She blinked.  "Oh that wasn't what I expected to happen."  With her eyes narrowed the red pirate moved closer to the woman and nudged her with her boot.  She was breathing and other than being too tired to keep herself awake didn't seem any worst for the wear.  "At least there wasn't any time wasted on another fight, I guess." 

Abigail turned away from the woman laying prone on the floor to look at Zypha.  She was screaming into a mushi.  "Wait?"  Abigail blinked.  "Did I miss something?  How'd you find out this was a pirate's ship?"  She looked around, but aside from the fact there seemed to be some kind of inner conflict that went on below deck she couldn't see how that the woman could be so sure about the ship's intent, but then again she was still new to the whole pirate life and just shrugged her shoulders.  "" 

Resting her hand on the handle of her blade as casually as one could do such a thing she turned her attention to the man in the seastone cuffs. "Whose Treant?  "