Trying to break free, Abigail found herself brought into the main room of the tavern. All resistance ceased as she saw the scene before her. She gasped slightly, hand going to her mouth. She paled feeling sick as she saw the man who had been kind to her laying dead, the insane pirate captain there. She was doomed. Dead possibly. 

The room was silent as the hostess made her demands. Charles Vane stayed where he was, his face impassive as he watched the exchange. Though, anyone who knew him well knew that his mind was working. He had already seized up who was in here that belonged with Ned, who would back Eleanor. Despite her trembling, he knew she was fine. Ned might be foolish but if he tried anything, he was more insane than Charles gave him credit for. Most people here would turn against him and he wouldn't make it out of the tavern alive. Eleanor was [i]the[/i] person in charge on this island. No one crossed her if they wanted to come back.

Meeting Ned's gaze, Charles didn't say anything or show indication one way or the other on this. He just watched. The tension increased. Everyone watched, waited to see what the man would do. Thankfully, he spoke. The words he said gave an indication that he wasn't going to comply. That made a few people stiffen. 

Abigail stared terrified as the captain looked directly at her. His words carried a promise and threat. She wasn't safe. He would get her and there was nothing she could do about it. She stayed tense even as he left the room. She barely heard the command given to the man holding her and only snapped to when she realized he took her forward to the woman's office.

Charles watched Ned leave, the tension easing down a bit. Well this would be interesting. He'd be back no doubt. He made a slight motion with his finger as he picked up his drink again. His first mate came over. Whispering something, Charles turned and headed back toward Eleanor's office. They still had business to complete. However, as he entered, he was content to stand in the back and wait while she dealt with this young girl. 

Abigail stared at the woman who stood toe to toe with Low. Finally released from the vice grip, she rubbed her wrist as the man explained he had found her in the back wondering around.