Meeks' body was laid out on its front upon the table, and drops of its life essence leaked onto the floor through the table's many crevices. The room did indeed go quiet, once the owner made herself known: Eleanor Guthrie, piracy's Chief Fence and supplier, as well as the wealthiest black marketeer in the Bahamas. The blonde, strong-willed broad ruled the island with an iron fist. Tries to, at least -- upon request of her father, Richard Guthrie, who used to take care of the dealings, until passing the responsibility over to his daughter. 

Everyday, the woman had to sit in her office, or roam the streets, to handle Nassau's economy, as well as its finances. However, there are days where she had to deal with controversies in [i]her[/i] tavern, which sat upon the island's Main Street, using dominant authority over the place -- to the point of throwing people out if they didn't condescend to [i]her[/i] rules. She even had the means to stop supplying a crew, by any mean. In all of Eleanor's days, this wasn't to be expected. She's seen this man before, about a day or two ago; there was a negative, unsettling feeling about him, giving off the impression of "bad news". 

Wiping the blood off his dagger, the mad man put a foot on the edge of the table, and kicked it. Knocking it over, with the lifeless body following it with a thud. The boatswain nearby didn't react, but allowed Ned to do what he wanted. They both spotted Miss Guthrie; only Low looking at her with no emotion, and a glint of insanity in his "eyes", while panting from his most-recent deed. Her eyes showed slight fear, disbelief, and a little shock. However, her voice still remained strong. "I don't want to see you in my place again", she told him. "I don't want to see you on my [i]island[/i] again", she slowly took a couple of steps towards him. "Take your men, take your ship, and seek life elsewhere", she stopped, just a few feet away. It was an order; a direct one to just make him disappear from her sight. 

Ned simply stared at her; his short, brown hair in disarray, covering his right, blind eye, and glancing to his prize in the hands of one of Miss Guthrie's henchmen. Then he glanced back at the Lady Guthrie, who appeared to be trembling, mainly through her fury and slight shock. The blonde looked at Vane, inwardly asking for his input, but knew would say nothing, before putting her gaze back to the mad man. 

"Alright", she heard the Irishman simply say, with that neutral stare still there. "I'm sorry for this rough go, you and I. But, I'm afraid that I'm enjoying myself [i]way[/i] too much to consider leaving this place", Eleanor couldn't believe this -- this tension; the fear that this man could bring in her bar; the intimidation. The man looked at Abigail in the distance. "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other soon", he added, directly towards her in that emotionless tone, before making his leave. The rest of his men following. 

Eleanor processed the event, slowly gathering herself, but still shook with chills down her spine. She looked to her latest henchman, who seemed to have a girl in his grasp. "My office", she told him, with slight tremble in her voice, before making her way to the other [url=https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/black-sails/images/c/c0/Eleanoroffice2.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140309171939]room[/url], walking passed Vane, and not caring what he had planned. However, if he wanted to follow, the door was opened.