All eyes were on her now, not the least of which being Commodore Norrington's gaze that promised swift death if he ever got his hands on her. His stoic visaged turned to empathy however, recalling that his pride wasn't worth Abigail's life. He turned to his men and nodded. The bumbling one with the weapons strode forward and presented them to be given to Vivienne. "Take them and let her go." Norrington ordered. 
"It is Abigail, yes..." the girl said, frightful yet a tad excited. 
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