It was the tight grip on her shoulders, the roughness of the hands that caused her to wake up. Her mind a bit foggy, Abigail wondered what had happened. Trying to place where she was, what had gone on, and who was touching her.

Her eyes snapped wide open as she realized she was being held by two male pirates. Both of which were a bit more into her than she was comfortable with. She didn't scream. Didn't even fight hard but drew herself up, drawing on years of ballroom experience, pulling her social status in. 

She was going to say something but Vivianne beat her to it. Her gaze turned to the woman in the cell. That was when she noticed the massive part missing. That must have been where the cannonball came through. So that was what knocked her out. She was lucky not to be dead. As was the female pirate imprisoned. If it had come in slightly over, they both would probably be dead.

Abigail frowned as she listened to them talk. Her gaze dropped to the necklace and the pirate piece around her neck. It must have fallen out from under her shirt when she got thrown by the blast. She moved to tuck it back in, an automatic response really. She didn't like to show it to others. It was almost an...intimate piece of her.

Her hand jerked to a stop as she realized she was still being held. Of course, her sharp movement brought the attention back to her. Seeing as it was too late to undo that and the focus was back on her, she lifted her chin. "I highly recommend you unhand me," she told them coldly. "Unless of course, you'd prefer to hang from the highest yard line. My uncle is the governor here, my cousin is married to the Commodore, and my own father is Lord Ashe, in charge of the 3rd fleet as well as governor of the Virginia colony. None of which would be particularly pleased that you are touching me and will haunt you down to the ends of the earth if you don't release me."