At first, both of her captors ignored her; one of them letting go of her, and walking towards the prison cell. "Well, well, well", he mused, having to chuckle at the irony. "Look at what we have here. If it isn't Vivienne Black. Excuse me, [i]Captain[/i] Vivienne Black", it was as if he was mocking, or being skeptical of her, finding her position in life to be rather pitiful; pathetic. If only he knew about the about of success the said-woman had achieved. "What's ye interest in the lass?", he, once again, mocked; the other pirate chuckling with him, though his grip on Abigail's arm did not loosen. Just as the girl was about to reach for the medallion, he tightened his grip, before stopping her with a backhand to her face, and yanking the chain off her neck. It dug into her skin slightly, before giving in, breaking. The other pirate, who approached the imprisoned woman, had his smile fade. "Want the gold piece for ye' self?" Vivienne's own smile faded, as soon as intruder did. Just a frown, once she noticed, and [i]heard[/i], the sound of a slap coming from behind him. Did the girl's new captor just hit her? The pirate lass' gaze only stared at the tall, masculine, and nearly beefy visitor before her; the bars of her cell separating herself and them, the faint smile making itself known again. "My interest?", the brunette asked him rhetorically. "That girl?", she gestured to the direction where Abigail was held. "The gold?", she narrowed her eyes at him. It was like a up-close encounter with this guy. She then suddenly snatched the front of his shirt, and pulled; so fast and strong, his face hit the steel bars between them. "Watch yourself. You tell Captain Low we'll see him soon", she warned him menacingly before finally letting her grip fall from his shirt. The pirate scowled and brushed himself off. "Yeah", he laughed, but there was also a slight hint of intimidation. Not for the crew, but for him personally. His Captain was one of the best around. But, that didn't mean, personally, he was free. A pirate made many stops, and if someone was out to get you, they could do it away from your crew. He brushed it aside, trying to convince himself that the woman was just in that state of madness, like any other captain, who would sail for too long. "You ain't goin' anywhere but the gallows", he replied, pretending to tip a hat. "Pleasant dreams. Give me regards to Davy Jones", he laughed and turned away. "We got ourselves quite a lady here. Should be interesting. You'll enjoy our Cap'n. He's always been wantin' a bit of sport", that wicked smirk was back, before they pulled Abigail towards the stairs, along with the gold coin. Vivienne narrowed her eyes once again, before that smile of hers made itself known. But once she made a final glance at Abigail, it made her lose the act of carelessness. Captain Ned Low now had the New World's most expensive of riches; not to mention a person of an even higher class upon his vessel. She needed to get to that coin before Low attempts to sell it for something twice as valuable. But first things first, she needed to find a way out of this bloody cell. It was going to be nearly dawn, and the longer she sat in there, Vivienne was up to the point of passing out in sleep upon the floor.