Vivienne was out cold; where she was caught by someone, and up to the point where she found herself waking up within one of the cells of Port Royal's brigs. She growled in frustration, even after finding that her effects were removed from her figure; searched her throughly it would seem, if she was ever gonna slip a tiny blade from her boot. 

She looked at the window that was above her, Vivienne slumped down upon the floor, leaning against the cell door, and registering that the young man she fought was familiar; it was pictured right upon his dashing facials. His ability to weave a sword was uncanny, and Vivienme did admit that he even had such skill to fend her off. [i]Was he absolutely sure that he didn't have any familiarity with pirates?[/i]

The brunette chuckled in amusement at the thought, eventually letting herself stare at the window before her. She just wished that one of these days, she would let herself good mad on such thoughts...

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At the Swann family mansion,

One of the maids placed a heater within Elizabeth's bed mattress, while adding another for the guest bed that Abigail will temporarily sleep on, across from her eldest cousin, who was reading a book, and occassionally casting a glance at the youngest, who seems troubled at the room's window.

"So...", Elizabeth drawled, clearly trying to get her attention. "Today's been rather difficult, huh?", she asked, trying to bring up a conversation. "Being threatened by a [i]pirate[/i]", she spat the last the word with a hint of bitterness. "Was she terrifying?"


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