"Sir, the rocks!" Gillette said, halting Commdore Norrington. The man had nearly jumped off and attempted to save her himself. "It's a miracle she missed them!" Despite his heroic tendencies, Norrington had to adhere to the logic of his right hand. He couldn't right save her if they were both dead. "To the docks! Now!" he cried, sprinting off with the men scrambling to catch up. Governor Swann and Elizabeth were bewildered, and began asking questions as to the whereabouts of Abigail and where exactly the men were going. When they found out, they promptly followed. 

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Abigail's world was dark and cold, until she felt the immense pressure from her chest suddenly cease. Water splurted out of her throat, and she gasped for air, hacking and coughing. The young girl had felt death's cold embrace until she had been relieved of the corset, and she looked up to see her Savior's face just before the soldiers had stepped onto the docks.