Trying to register what fell in, the sentries looked at each other, before a gust of wind comes up, forcing them to hold their hats. 

Abigail's unmoving form hit the bottom of the shallow ocean, and the brunette-haired woman swam down to her as fast as she could, eventually wrapping an arm around her. The girl's weight was light, which helped her rescuer get a better advantage. Making for the surface, she struggled, making slow progress. The dress this girl was wearing was too heavy, and the water was weighing them down. Forced to be submerged, she forced it open, and skinned Abigail out of it, kicking it away, leaving her in her elbow-sleeved underdress.
 
As she surfaced, the brunette was exhausted, and the sentries helped her haul Abigail out of the water. Laying the girl carefully on her back, the sentries tried to check if she was breathing. "She's not breathing!", one of them called out. "Move!", pushing them aside, the brunette slipped one her knives out from its sheath. Kneeling over the unconscious girl, she slit the corset down the middle with it, and forcefully yanked it open to allow Abigail to gain air for her crushed lungs. 

Just by seeing the young girl cough up the water, the mystery woman now knew for a fact that the damn corsets made for the English women, were not suitable in a place like Port Royal. Many times, she had worn fancy corsets, but that didn't mean she would proudly wear one now, or ever, for that reason. 

The brunette tossed the torn corset aside. For some, she was one of a few on her ship that would even express any sympathy to colonists who were [b]not[/b] buccaneers. She usually stole from the wealthy, but didn't really expect an opportunity in rescuing one from distress. More likely, a damsel. By the looks of this girl, she was rather young. So, why not? 

Impressed and dumbfounded, the sentries didn't speak for a moment. "Never would have thought of that", one of them admitted. "Clearly, you've never been to Singapore. Impressed?", she rolled her eyes before looking back at the young girl laying before her. But before she thought of anything else, something gold, with a skull, was right before her, exposed. Taking a good look at the round medallion, a question rose out of her. "Where did you get that?", she softly demanded.