Unaware of the scene behind them, the mystery woman continues her usual cunning maneuvers, before leaning forward on her forearms. It was one of those tricks where she would charismatically drive people into conversations and inspire them. "...and then they began to worship me", she finished just before they hear the sound of something hitting the water, narrowly missing the jagged rocks. 

At the fort, Norrington turns to face Abigail once more, but finds the girl missing from her standing spot. "Abigail?", he asked the air before looking down over the side, where he saw the ripple of water where she fell. "Abigail!", he exclaimed until he was about to dive. In reaction to the commodore's shouting, Norrington's lieutenant, Gillette, runs to his side, and stops him. "The rocks! Sir, It's a miracle she missed them!", he warned the commodore as Norrington shook him off. Realizing he was right, he looks down one more time before running and the others following. 

The brunette-haired woman and the sentries looked over the side of the ship and notices an unconscious Abigail sinking deeper into the water. "Can you save her?", she asked them in curiosity. "I can't swim", he simply answered as his comrade shakes his head. Neither does he? So be it. Not surprised, the female gave a groan of frustration. "Prides of the King's Navy, you are", she took off her burgundy jacket, revesling her fleecing long-sleeved shirt. "Do not lose these", she added before handing them her pistol, and sword belt. Climbing onto the railing, she dove into the water. 

As Abigail drifts down, still unconscious, her round necklace slipped loose from her bodice. Except it wasn't just a necklace. As it turns slowly, a skull was visible. A shaft of filtered sunlight hits it, and it glints, just before it sent some vibration out across the sea. Noticing the strange ripple, the sentries turned to each other, confused. "What was that?", the other shook his head, shrugging. A gust of wind comes up, and they looked at the British flag, holding their hats, while noticing it wave in the opposite direction, from the sea. Nearby, Norrington rushes down to the pier, being followed by his men. 

Abigail's unmoving form hits the bottom of the shallow ocean. The brunette-haired woman swims down to her as fast as she could, and eventually wrapped an arm around her. The girl's weight was light, which helped her rescuer get a better advantage. Making for the surface, she struggled, making slow progress. The dress this girl was wearing was too heavy, and the water was weighing them down. Forced to be submerged, she forced it open, and skinned Abigail out of it, kicking it away, leaving her in her elbow-sleeved underdress.
 
As she surfaced, the brunette was exhausted, as the sentries helped her haul Abigail out of the water. Laying the girl carefully on her back, the sentries tried to check if she was breathing. "She's not breathing!", one of them called out. "Move!", pushing them aside, the brunette slips one her knives from its sheath. Kneeling over the unconscious girl, she slit the corset down the middle with it, and forcefully yanked it open to allow Abigail to gain air for her crushed lungs.