Honestly, Vivienne wasn't sure on what to do in such a predicament: being surrounded by thousands of "red coats", plus their commander. Hearing the girl, now [i]"Abigail"[/i], protest against the roguish woman's fate, the brunette couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the attempt. “Pleased to make your acquaintance”, the brunette responded politely; although there was a slight mockery to it, she made it sound genuine, with that same smile from before. 

Commodore Norrington raised an eyebrow, and then smiled at Vivienne, really because of Abigail’s introduction. He then bowed slightly and took her hand, as if to kiss it, in greeting, like a proper gentleman. However, that rising feeling of distrust got wrapped around his head, only making him pull her forward, and slide the shoulder-sleeve of her dress down. There it was, and that lingering suspicion rant true: Pirate tattoo. "Pirate”, he declared, smirking as the brand became visible on her shoulder. 

Vivienne thought this situation would become bright, and that she would be able to slide away on good terms. However, that was before the reveal of her true status. She knew she was in trouble. [i]Pirate.[/i] The word made her bite her bottom lip in defeat. "Guards, escort this woman to the jail. She'll hang in the morning”, in response to the order, a few soldiers came forward and took Vivienne, by the upper arms, and guided her to the other side of the pier. The said-woman stayed quiet and listened. Listening, and scanned her surroundings; it was perfect.