Abigail straightened slightly as the tent flap opened. It was the quartermaster. He was alone and with some food. Abigail really didn't know much about him but he seemed a bit...nicer than the rest of the crew. Almost sorry that she was here. "Thank you." Her voice was soft as she took the plate. At least they were going to feed her. That was nice.

She glanced up at the man. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" He didn't seem like the type who would bite or get mad. In fact, he seemed a bit reasonable. When he was agreeable, she spoke again. "Why are you here? You...you don't seem like a pirate - or one that would sail under his flag."

She had learned a lot about pirates in the past several days. First that woman - Vivienne. And now Low. She had always thought pirates and piracy to be grand but now she wasn't so certain. A man like Low made her sick to her stomach. She wondered if Vivienne was like that. Did she kill people just for the sake of it, no thoughts afterward? No. She couldn't. Abigail had seen her eyes, heard her - the woman had seemed...different. Pirate nonetheless, but not like Low.

"You seem, kinder than the others. Almost like you regret holding me. So why sail under a man as heartless and cruel as your Captain?"