"Keep your guns on her men. Gillet! Fetch some Irons." Commodore Norrington ordered, an iron grip still on the woman's arm. He pulled her sleeve back more to reveal her distinguishing tattoo. "Well well..." he said, letting her go for a moment and eyeing her dangerously. "Vivienne Black, isn't it?" 

Behind him, a few of the men widened their eyes at the mention of the pirate's name. Gillet the Leutinent was making his way back as they spoke. Elizabeth seemed quite perturbed she was within the presence of a pirate, even if that one had saved Abigail's life, her friend.