Abigail felt like she was smothered the remainder of the day. She was fine but her family didn't think so. Of course, the guilt of taking Elizabeth away from the Commodore was also there. This was Elizabeth's wedding day. She shouldn't have spent a portion of it freaking out for her younger cousin. But the older woman, kindly, had stayed with Abigail for a bit ensuring she was safe before very reluctantly leaving with the Commodore.

Which was alright with Abigail. She loved her cousin and was grateful for the concern but she was fine. And it didn't help that the governor hovered slightly as well. No doubt he was already planning on telling her parents.

Which begged the question - with Elizabeth married now, was she going to stay here in Port Royal or head back? Though Elizabeth probably would have no issues with her staying, the Commodore might not be overly pleased to have his honeymoon cut into by her. Her uncle might let her stay but with Elizabeth tied up it wouldn't be the same. He might just send her back. Especially with a near death experience.

She was not going to like that.

Her thoughts turned to the woman that had saved her. She had managed to hear from one of the servants that they had captured the pirate and locked her away. Abigail had winced at that. She had hoped the woman would have managed to escape. The Commodore was not going to show leniency, in fact, there was a rumor that the woman would be hung first light as an example of swift justice. 

Justice. Right. Where was the justice in executing someone who saved her life? For despite whatever markings the woman had or whatever crimes she may have committed, she had saved Abigail's life. And for that the young girl was indebted to her.

Deciding she couldn't stay in her room without at least seeing the woman, Abigail snuck out her window, grateful that the governor never realized that the tree there was a great way to get up and down. OF course, he probably never figured them to sneak out as the dresses they usually wore would have made it impossible. And it probably was except Abigail was stubborn and she and Elizabeth had figured out how to do it. OF course, it helped not wearing the exuberant outfit. What she slipped into was modest - a servant's dress really. Without the full trappings. 

Sneaking into town was the easy part. The jail was a bit more difficult but the guard on duty was not really paying attention (something undoubtedly would get him in big trouble if/when the Commodore found out). 

Entering she made her way down into the cells. Her eyes had to get accustomed to the room. For despite it being night outside, there was a full moon and that had helped. Here, there wasn't as much.

Spotting the pirate, Abigail hesitated suddenly questioning why she was here. What was she supposed to say? Guilt gnawed at her slightly as part of the reason the woman had even been captured was because she had stopped and saved Abigail.

That was enough to give her the courage to move forward. Stepping into the light, she spoke softly - almost afraid the guards above would hear her. "Hello." She twisted her hands in front of her a bit nervous.