Abigail frowned slightly as the man left. It left her a bit to think on. She was a bit confused. She had always imagined pirates to be something more exotic, something that was a bit fun or adventurous. She had been so naive. Someone like Vivienne seemed nice and kind - yet dangerous. There was something about her that Abigail had envied: a strength, a passion, the ability to be whoever she wanted and not just some daughter of an English lord, who's future was planned out since she had been a little girl.

Abigail shifted and started to eat. The food wasn't bad. No, they were treating their prison well - at least for now. Then you had this man. He was nice as well. Kind almost. But it sounded like he just struck a raw deal. Bad captain, after bad captain - and now he worked for a man who was heartless and cold - the devil, as he had put it. Was most piracy like that? Some decent people stuck trying to make the best of a bad deal? Trying to survive, hoping that those they served under wouldn't kill them or misuse them?

Her heart went out a bit to the quartermaster. He seemed so...normal, yet stuck. She wished she could do something for him. The irony brought a small grimace of a smile. Her, do something for him? She couldn't even take care of herself. In all honesty, she was so naive - so....useless. 

Her mind went back to Vivienne. The woman had managed to escape a squad of British soldiers, managed to make it through town - sure, she got captured but she had managed. And even now, Abigail doubted the woman was dead. No doubt, they would have probably executed her already - especially if they were furious about what had happened. But for some reason she didn't think the woman was dead. Now there was someone she wished she could be similar too. Someone who was brave and had the skills and know-how to know what to do.

Setting her plate aside, Abagail sighed. That wasn't her. Moving her skirt aside, she glanced at her ankle. Her brow furrowed slightly as she examined the chain again. There had to be something she could do. Her hand went to her head as she sat there thinking. Pausing, she frowned as she felt something. Fingering it, she pulled that helped keep some of her hair up. She looked at it and then the lock. A smile went across her face. Maybe she could pick the lock. She had no idea how, but how hard could it be?

Putting her hose and shoe back on - in case anyone came back, she started to work on the lock even as the night grew later outside. It was agonizing work. Whoever thought lock picking could be so...difficult. Many a time she stopped and pretended to sleep when she heard footsteps fairly close. It was probably near midnight when she heard the click. Glancing down, she grinned as she saw the lock open. Undoing the chain, she quickly re-inserted the pin in her hair and moved toward the tent entrance. No one guarded it - as she had been chained. Slipping out, she made her way through the camp, heart beating a bit fast as she stuck to the shadows.

Reaching the edge, she dashed into the small grove and then made her way toward the village. She had to be careful. Undoubtedly, the pirates were in there but maybe she could hide. Sneaking behind the buildings she tried a couple doors - one was unlocked. Entering quietly, she found herself in a back kitchen area. Tavern? She wasn't sure. She'd never been in the back but it didn't seem like one. It was a combination of dining area as well. Maybe something seperate for the staff?