Abigail frowned not at all liking this. The heavy cuffs were placed on her rescuer, her own protests completely ignored. She turned once more to lecture her uncle and the Commodore before she found herself quickly pulled up against Vivienne, a knife placed against her neck.

It was strange. One would think she should be terrified or even furious that the person she was trying to help would take her captive. But she felt neither. In fact, she was a bit impressed and almost glad that the woman had done this. Even if she was the one that was hostage. She had no fear that she would get killed or even hurt but she knew from the looks of the others, they didn't completely know that either. Which meant, she was foolish or that they just didn't understand. She didn't think it was the former. The woman risked her life to save hers. Why then would she attempt to hurt her? No. She might be foolish - and undoubtedly will get a lecture from her cousin, uncle, the Commodore and eventually down the line, her parents - but she was glad.

Standing rigid, with the dignity of her class, she made no move, her breathing calm as the woman spoke. The woman was intelligent. She figured out how to make the best of a bad situation. A hostage - especially someone like her - would be key in helping her escape. Abigail was a bit proud of that. 

She accepted the things from the Commodore and turned slightly, the blade still at a dangerous level, as she put them back. "Yes it is." There was no fear in her tone or anger. 

So she was a pirate. It still seemed strange and Abigail wasn't sure she completely believed it. Whoever the woman was though, she was amazing. Skilled, intelligent, nice. Even pretty in her own way. And - she didn't seem to have the shackles of class holding her down. Abigail felt a bit envious. 

Her back to her friends, family, and 'rescuers', Abigail met the woman's gaze calmly. "Thank you for saving me," she said quietly. "I sincerely hope you escape. If you make it that far, there's a small cave on the north side of the island. The entrance is usually blocked by the tide but it's dry inside." She spoke quickly and very quietly as she placed the gun and sword into the woman's belt. Taking her time in order to get the words out. Finishing, she gave a slight nod before turning back around.