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The town was under chaos and destruction. Screams, explosions, pirates running amok, and...the blacksmith fighting back? "Say goodbye!", the pirate he was fighting said. Quickly, and out in great speed, a projecting cannonball snapped a chain to a sign, making it fall upon the offender, making him fall through a window.

The invaders went as far as to make it all the way to the Governor's mansion, where Swann sat at his desk, anxiously worrying about his niece, and silently praying for his daughter to depart Port Royale safely. The fort was caught unaware, but they quickly fought back, as several soldiers poured onto the streets, and cannon-fire was returned at the ship, where the lieutenant walked alongside the men, giving them orders, along with courage to fight back.

The prison was rather a strange place for a couple of pirates to wander into, but nonetheless, two of them did. They thought the prison to be the armory, but they instead found the place to be a brig. "'ey, Twig, look what we 'ave 'ere", one of them said, taking in the sight of the girl, who was slowly trying to regain consciousness. With not the best intent, they moved forward, and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to her feet. One of them saw the thin band around the girl's neck, before freezing it place, as the moonlight reflected on the rare pirate coin, dangling there.

Vivienne was already feeling a bit overwhelmed at the noises of blasts coming from outside the fort. She did, however, regret that she told her crew to keep the ship hidden. They could really use the aid right now. But an counterattack upon the fort would be a waste of their artillery. She didn't need another lecture coming from Silver. Or better yet, she didn't need to be told on what not to do.

From her cell, the woman had her attention on the two intruders, almost amused that they didn't seem to notice her yet. However, with them beginning to manhandle Abigail, it wasn't long until she got their attention. "Quite valuable, isn't it?", she spoke up, as she crossed over to the bars of her cell. "May I ask you to release the girl? Please?", she feigned politeness with that smirk of hers.
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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."
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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, Captain 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 heard, 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.
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The slap was hard and nothing held back. Cheek burning, Abigail blinked back tears. He slapped her. Without thought, without so much of a reply. Her confidence wavered a bit. Now, this was what a pirate was. Not the romanticized version she and Elizabeth had fantasized about. No, this was the dark, dangerous kind that she had been warned about. The type that had no issues hitting a woman, let alone hurting her. Her heart rate picked up slightly and Abigail felt fear. She had never felt the intensity before. But then again, she never had the need to. Even when she had almost died she hadn't felt this kind of fear. But then again, that had happened quickly. And there was something about the fear of drowning - which was intense - and the terror knowing that you were held by men who would do unspeakable things to you and then kill you. And if they didn't kill you, the horrors done might as well be death.

Still, she did her best to at least look strong. Face slightly pale, her neck hurt where the necklace had been ripped off, she kept her posture. She didn't speak but she did her best to mentally put as much anger and fire into her eyes as possible. She would not show fear. Not give them the satisfaction that she was terrified. If she was going to be taken, she would do so with dignity and fire. Her chin lifted again, even as the stinging of her cheek was still evident.

"My father will personally ensure your deaths," she said calmly, coldly. "And believe me, it won't be pleasant." Even as they half carried, half dragged her up the stairs, she did her best to remain confident. Despite every step they took was one closer to possible death. The likelihood of getting out of this was slim.

Her gaze drifted over to Vivianne. She couldn't read the expression on the woman's face due to the distance and lighting. Interesting really. She still felt a bit sad for the woman. She was still a prisoner and to be executed. Despite, her own possible future, Abigail still wished she had been able to do something for Vivienne. Though, she couldn't now. And honestly, she really had more to worry about. But...it did help. Thinking of Vivienne saving her life just made her more determined to survive this.
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The two pirates forcibly put Abigail into a rowboat, and began to row out towards the attacking pirate vessel, sitting out in the open. Explosions continued to sound all around them. And for one moment, a shell nearly hit them, as it screamed overhead. One of her captors kept a tight grip upon her arm the entire trip, while his other hand held the pirate coin, also gripped tightly.

Amid the thunder of cannon fire that surrounded the Fancy, stood an imposing, silhouetted figure by the wheel, too far from where Abigail was firstly deployed, but watched the scene nonetheless. A nonchalant, emotionless stare was all he gave, as he just stood there with a sword at his waist. At the mention of his title, this figure strode in a cool-minded manner towards the stairs, his boots thumping against the wood. A cloud of cannon smoke obscured him for a moment, but as soon as he made it to the deck, his full presence became known: wearing the darkest of colors, but nothing imposing; just a simple dark t-shirt, a dark jacket, and a pair of dark pants, along with the heavy boots that left an echo in the wood at every step, his hair was short, medium-brown, wavy, and just above his shoulders, with a stubble that perfectly angled his lower jaw.

The real element was his scarred, pale right-eye; he was possibly half-blind, with the other appearing perfectly in a normal blue, but he did give off a good penetrating stare with both on his person. He wasn't that tall, being at five-foot eight, nor too strong with an evident slim, athletic physique, which gave off that quality of being easily deceiving. That showed that he was a man you'd fear in a dark alley. The darkness and shadow surrounding the deck proved that right. The right hand resting upon the sword at his waist, armed with a pistol and a dagger, he was before his crew, standing only a few feet away from the newcomer. This was Captain Edward Low, the man behind this nightly massacre.

"Cap'n. Look what we found. She also had this", the pirate finally released her...by pushing her forward, and making her land in a heap at the man's feet, shortly before handing over the coin to him. Low didn't speak a word, he just listened. Listening, and observing the situation; his unconcerned gaze never leaving, even as he was passed the trinket by one of his men. He still didn't speak, just fiddled with the object in his hand, his attention now resting on the girl, who just got deposed of at his feet. It was like he was in a moment of processing the information being passed down to him, while still fiddling with the metal, almost outlining its design.

In just short notice, the captain finally stopped this action, now having his full attention on the girl, to the point of kneeling down to one knee, towering over her. "My apologies, miss", he finally said after a long while, sounding Irish by his accent. The tone wasn't exactly sympathetic, but rather shallow. Casual with monotone. "I confess, they lack manners. Especially with a damsel", it didn't sound deep, but in the normal range of lacking emotion.
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The explosions rocked the town, even as Abigail found herself dragged to a rowboat. She glared at her captors as she did her best to retain her dignity and pride. In the boat she held her head high, keeping the fear of what was to come as well as the fear of getting killed in the raging fight, from her face. She was surprised that the fight was still going on. The pirates must have come fairly prepared though even with the surprise attack they had to be stupid. One didn't attack a British fort with just one ship. Especially one this. Even with the surprise attack, Port Royale was a pretty strong defensive place and as the garrison quickly responded, they would push the pirates out.

Part of this was evident in the town. From where she could see, Abigail noted that the other rowboats were pulling away from the town even as British regulars came down from the garrison slowly regaining control. Shame it had taken them too long. If she survived this, she'd probably have to give them some points on how improving their response time. IF she survived.

The thought brought a chill down her spine. Her best bet was to hope they would ransom her. She was a high valued target and that might convince them to try and ransom her back to her father. Of course, he, in turn, would undoubtedly pay but then hunt them down, wiping every last one of them out. Abigail was no fool. She loved her father and knew he loved her, but her love wasn't completely deaf to the knowledge that he was very strict and one didn't oppose him. She could get away with a few things because she was his only child. And despite being a girl - which usually was a paux for an only child - she knew she just had to smile at him, maybe bat her lashes a little and he'd usually give in. Not that she played that card well. It didn't always work - just once in a while.

Being pulled onto the ship and then tossed at the feet of what was evident to be the captain, Abigail quickly pulled herself up to at least a seated position. Her chin lifted as she stared up coldly at the man. She couldn't hide her surprise at his politeness though it quickly became evident that there was really no emotion behind it. Which in turn made him far more dangerous in some regards.

"I concur, their manners do need to be checked. But I can easily dismiss this," she paused and looked around her before looking back at the captain, "misunderstanding if you kindly provide me a rowboat back to town."

She doubted it would work but if he was going to pretend to be honorable she was going to push him on it.
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The crew chuckled at the girl's audacity. The captain was in control here. No doubt, he'd refuse her, using some political language or such to deny her request. The only response received from the man, being a silent nod to his quartermaster, Meeks, before turning around to walk into his cabin. Mister Meeks didn't say anything, and approached the girl. The face he made wasn't threatening, but rather pity. In other ways, he was impressed by her courage, and only a few have believed that Meeks was actually one of the more sympathetic on the crew. Unlike most, he was also one of the few recruits who felt that they were being driven by a madman. He's seen what the captain can do, and in truth, he may be a cowardly quartermaster, but he continued to follow him nonetheless.

The last time someone tried to depose Captain Low, didn't end very well, and the last thing he wanted to do, was an attempt to cross him. Even though he had good judgement, he was reluctant to even use it, due to the fact that Ned had a few loyal men at his disposal. Gripping her upper arm, and gesturing her to stand, he non-forcibly led her towards the captain's cabin; the stares, and a few light chuckles from the fellow crew lingering behind them.

Opening the door, the quarters of Low were decent; not as rich. But by the lack of maps and books, shows that this man is almost seemingly an amateur to this life, or had just recently stole the ship an amount of time before arriving in Port Royal. The captain himself was sitting in that wooden chair, a few feet from the door, in front of a decent-size desk that almost looked more like a wooden table...along with an all-too-familiar Commodore hat sitting on it, along with an all-too-familiar dress in one of the chairs. Ned just happened to notice the entrance of Mister Meeks and his prize; blue eyes neutrally watching her, his quartermaster sat the girl in a wooden chair, that was at a good distance across from Ned.

"For a lovely lady, I'm impressed", his nonchalant Irish-English voice responded, having no emotion in it, as usual. "For you, to be found as treasure, you're the ticket for trade", he raised the hand that was sitting on the desk, and the golden medallion hung on the chain, showing it on display for Abigail.
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Abigail honestly didn't anticipate the captain letting her go. She wasn't THAT naive. Still, it didn't hurt to toss it out there. She wasn't going to give him the opportunity to pretend to be a good person if he wasn't going to follow through with it. She met his eyes doing her best to appear brave half expecting him to say or do something, refusing her. But he didn't even reply, just gave a nod. She frowned a moment wondering if she had misjudged and he was actually going to let her go. That was when she saw the look on the quartermaster. Her heart sank a bit. She should have figured. She kept her chin up even as she was made to follow.

She wasn't surprised when the captain finally did announce what he was going to do to her. She was worth a lot. Thankfully, that meant she wasn't going to be killed - or worse. Still, it meant she was stuck here until it happened. Her jaw tightened as she gave the captain a dark look but it was slightly distracted as she noticed what he was playing with. Her heart lurched into her throat and she did her best to hide the surprise and desire to snatch it from him. He couldn't know how much it was worth to her. It would be something else he'd use against her. She had to hide it. Especially as she doubted he'd just give it back.

Turning her attention back to the captain, she raised an eyebrow. "It would behoove you to let me go now. Though my father would pay the ransom there is no doubt you'll regret taking me prisoner."

She had to be careful what she said. She didn't want him to think her worthless. He'd probably just kill her for spite. But at the same time, he would regret it. Her father would not rest until the man was hung. "Though I understand that you might be too foolhardy to do so."

It was amazing how brave she appeared. She was terrified. The fact her knees weren't knocking, her body wasn't trembling, and her voice wasn't betraying her was amazing. Years of hiding behind a mask at the society balls had helped her hide her emotions and feelings. She eyed the captain calmly.

Her gaze shifted slightly away from him, past him to the table. Her brow furrowed slightly as she saw a couple things that... her face paled. How did...? She quickly tried to control her emotion but it was hard. What was the Commodore's hat and Elizabeth's dress doing here? It had to be coincidental. A copy.

She forced her face to show no emotion even as her own mind was trying to understand what was going on.
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Ned Low didn't smile -- no, he rarely smiled; only making those crooked smirks upon distant, blank facial expressions. He almost seemed to be impaired in both his emotions and thoughts. 'Succinct' would be a better term to describe such behavior for such a maniacal captain like himself. In these waters, Captain Low was, quoted by both his own crew and other bucaneers, "savage and desperate", "peculiarly cruel", and "a man of amazing, grotesque brutality". These were true to the witnesses, and whether he cared or not, Edward didn't have qualms or morals; he was charismatically claimed to be "an honest man of great strength".

The medallion he held by the black string, lightly swayed in the dim candlelight; the skull seemingly laughing in the center. "Your father is Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina colony", the captain stated in that apathetic voice of his, while both of his "eyes" remained on her. His voice wasn't deep, more like on the baritone scale; not too deep, not too high. "We know him. By 'we', I meant all", he added. "Every pirate who's sailed under a flag knows him", that one blue eye is looking at her now, his tone grim.

"I will be sending a message to him; delivered by one of my men, with the following: 'You are a prisoner of the pirate Captain Ned Low. Your ransom, if he ever wishes to see you alive again, is £250,000 ($323,190). Whether or not he applies to these terms, a new contact will arrive in Charlestown harbor with you in my possession. If I sense a trap, or if the demands are unmet, I'll kill you, and throw your body into the bay'", and he said it all in those words. Ned watched her look at the medallion in his hand, evident by her constant, flicking glances.

"I have no gift for politics; navigation is foreign to me", he shook his head lightly, the medallion still in his hand. This time, looking it over, before standing up from the wooden chair he sat in. "So, 'what am I good at?', you might ask", Ned would guess, before slowly striding to the girl's side, looking down at her, before bending over, so one of his hands laid on the desk, while the other on the head of the chair she sat in. "This is going to sound absurd but", he paused, his apathetic voice slightly softening, making the conversation be between the two of them.

"I make the men feel better about themselves. You see, they can spot a lie when a captain is sickened by his own actions; they feel affected. With me, when they see me slaughter the crew of the Good Fortune, when they see me cut out a man's tongue for lying, when they see me burn a boy alive in front of his father's eyes, they know", it sounded a bit rushed, but it was clear. "They can see it in my eyes", emphasizing to the emotionless appendages. "There's no lie there. There's no secret remorse there. I simply don't have it in me", there was that grim undertone again. He then followed her gaze towards the two recent trinkets on the table. "Like them", he referred to the objects that formerly belonged to a certain someone. "A couple on a British vessel. Sweet thing; the woman, until her man decided to act first. She would have made me an excellent trophy, but then I learn she's married. I pay my respects; I gave her a favor: To join her man", his voice would send chills up someone's spine, until he pulled away from the girl.

"At any rate, I hope that clarifies things, and that it illustrates why it is only fair for me to fully compensate with my men to not touch you, as we reach our destination", the captain stood back up to his full height, continuing to look at the trinket that's in his hand. He then nodded back to Mister Meeks, who reluctantly acknowledged him, by approaching Abigail, and taking her by the upper arm, leading her out of the cabin, and to the brig.
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It was the pirate woman - had to be. His life wasn't perfect. In fact with Elizabeth getting married - had married - Will wasn't sure about the future. Then you had the pirate woman show up. His first pirate engagement ever. One that was ruined by his drunken master who, like always, received all the credit despite the fact it was Will who had kept the woman occupied until the soldiers arrived. And now, there were more pirates. It was as if the woman showing up had brought the rest along. Which was a good possibility.

Dodging a sword, Will ran a pirate through before moving along. His skills were impressive and he found that though some pirates were skilled, not all of them were on the level of the woman he had fought. Thus, it made it fairly easy to defeat them.

Will jumped aside as a massive ball at the end of a chain nearly hit him. The pirate, a massive bloke, grinned and started to swing it again, gaining momentum. Will watched carefully as he knew one blow from that could break a rib or even kill him, pending where it landed. Thankfully, a weapon like that was cumbersome. Not the easiest to manage. Dodging another blow he let the pirate 'push' him, using the terrain against the man. Even as the man knocked down the sign over his own head, the pirate didn't realize what had happened. Though most likely as the man lost consciousness he'd have realized he had been doped.

Will shook his head. Pirates. Such foolish individuals. A glass hit the bag of his head at the moment, and as he hit the ground, his vision going black, he found it ironic.

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By time he came to, the pirates were gone and it was almost dusk. The town was silent on the aspect of gunfire and canons but there was still a lot of activity as soldiers moved through the streets checking to make sure there were no living pirates, a baby cried in the distance, and the people of Port Royal moved around, taking stock of the damage.

Walking back toward the blacksmith, hoping the pain from the back of his head would fade, Will listened to the chatter. The pirates had gone as far the governor's mansion. There were some rumors that Abigail was missing. Others dismissed it saying that the Governor and his niece had been moved to the safety of the garrison fairly early on.

It wasn't until he passed a couple soldiers talking quietly did he find out the truth: only the Governor had been safe. Abigail had been seen taken to the ship.

Though he didn't really have a connection with the girl that much, she was Elizabeth's cousin and therefore someone worth going after. Turning, he headed toward the garrison to see what the governor had planned. As well as hoping to hear any news regarding Elizabeth's safety.

[[sorry. Probably not the best of posts. I hope you'll be able to do something off this. If not, let me know and I'll add more.]]
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Right when the sun purged through the window, Vivienne was up and about; scanning her surroundings to come up with a plan to escape, and be on her way. The hole in the wall was one option -- but she was way too big to even fit (being the size of a cannonball would suffice). Then, she looked upon the cell door, realizing that these things had a lock on each of them in this bloody hell of a brig. Reaching around in her hair, she found one of those spare hair clips that she used as a backup to pick locks during times of raiding. Hey, she had to have a "spare key" for every locked item.

Attempting to pick the lock of her cell, the pirate just heard the door from the entrance, at the top of the stairs. Reacting fast, she was on the floor, upon her back; like how she was last night, acting unconcerned and bored.
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Will stormed away from the garrison, furious. The governor was not going to help. He didn't care. They had repairs to make, wounded to care for - who cared that an eighteen-year-old girl was gone, kidnapped. It was sickening. He couldn't let it just stand. For Elizabeth's sake he would go after the girl. Actually no, he'd go after her because no female should be a prisoner of pirates. The unspeakable horrors that would await was not something he'd willingly allow to fall on anyone. Besides, Elizabeth was married. That was the end of that.

But how to proceed? He didn't really have a ship or sailing experience. He didn't even know where to go. Where did pirates go after they did a raid? Was there a meeting place?

He scoffed. It would be unlikely that an honest person would know. It would take a pirate to find a pirate.

He stopped in his tracks. A pirate.

Turning he quickly made his way back toward the prison. He wondered if the woman was still there or if she had been executed. Or perhaps even rescued, though he doubted that. Pirates had no sense of loyalty.

Finding no guards at the door, he was a bit more worried as he made his way down to the cells. Relief hit him as he spotted the woman still there, despite the hole in her cell.

"Where do pirates hang out?" He asked to an abrupt halt outside her cell.
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Laying on the ground, Vivienne listened, until the newcomer made his presence known: The blacksmith from the day before. That male voice wasn't unheard of, making her turn her gaze towards him from below. However, after just having to hear his question, she didn’t answer him right away, but rather watched him with narrowed eyes, as if scanning it, wondering what prompted him to ask such a question. It only took her a moment or two to process what she heard.

‘Guess his hatred for pirates extends to the point of hunting them down, personally’

The thought made her think: ’Why?’ Was it that general dislike that the public had for these criminals? Or was it something else entirely? If the blacksmith was blaming her for what happened last night, then he was in over his head. She gazed back up towards the ceiling. "If you think I did this, love, I swear upon the pain of death, I never held such intentions", she reassured in a casual fashion. For his hatred for pirates, she needed him to understand that this was a misunderstanding. “Why ask me?”
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Will was not really in the mood for a lot of games. And every minute wasted her was a minute Abigail was left in the hands of the decadent pirates. Still, he couldn't rush this woman. If she knew how desperate he was, she could use it against him. Well, technically, she would know he was desperate when he asked but at the same time, he hoped to reach some part of her conscious. Despite kidnapping and holding the girl hostage, she hadn't killed Abigail. That counted for something. Though, more likely so she could get away really. Either way... He had to rely on her. Despite his instincts saying otherwise.

"The pirates have captured Abigail. With the Commodore gone, I can't convince the governor to send someone out after her. His own niece." He shook his head furiously. "They could be doing who knows what awful things to her. She's only 18!"

He looked back at Vivienne.

"I need help to find her and rescuer her. I don't have the knowledge of pirate lairs nor have the means to run a vessel on my own." Right. How was he going to get a ship? Pay for one? He didn't have enough money for that. He sighed. "If you help, I will get you out of here. After I get Abigail and we return, you have my word that we can part ways and I won't try to bring you in as a prisoner again - at that time."
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"Before I answer that, answer this: Why so desperate to retrieve that girl?", she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Who is she to you?", it was a curious question, and all she needed was a reason. Plus, she needed to know. "What's your name?", she then asked, finding herself staring.

After hearing the name, it slowly came to her, and somehow, she felt as if she had heard it from somewhere. The brunette found herself making a half-smirk. "Short for William, is it not?", she asked, becoming a little impressed. "A good, strong name for a young man", she nodded at the thought before making a frown. He will take that as a compliment, no doubt. But she will most definitely wonder on why he came so persistent on rescuing this damsel. However, upon hearing his offer, she continued to narrow, almost to see if he was being true to his word.

"Well, Mister Turner, my name is Vivienne Black...and my mind’s been made up. Just how do you plan on getting me out?", Vivienne then wondered if he had a plan, giving herself leverage on standing, though she made the same wince to the injury from yesterday. If she considered, this young man would be useful on the contrary, and he might even be worth sparing.

"The task of rescuing Miss Abigail will not be easy, and therefore, if you ever wish to see her alive, you will listen to me at all times. In return, if this deal runs smoothly, you, and her, will walk away, safely. Do we have an accord?", the brunette reached out her hand through the bars, waiting patiently for him to seal it.
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Will paused at the question. It was a fair one. If she was going to help she needed to know some. Probably not everything. But at the same time, he wasn't going to completely spurn her. He did need her.

"Will," he said in response to her question about his name. "And the girl is the cousin of someone I know." Someone he loved. Someone he would never be able to love again. He looked away a moment, gathering himself. "Let's just say, I don't think anyone should be held by pirates as a prisoner - especially as they might just use her. But at the same time, it's a bit personal because her safety would mean a lot to the person I know."

He shrugged and turned his attention back to her. At the comment about his name, he didn't reply just gave a partial incline of his head. Part of him honestly didn't care what her name was but at the same time, that was a bit rude. So he pushed the thoughts aside.

He did notice the slight wince as she rose. The injury still there. He listened as she made her demands.

"Within reason, I will listen. But I want to be kept appraised. I don't like to be kept in the dark on something - especially as honestly I have no choice but to trust you but it doesn't mean I like that. If what you tell me to do makes sense or can be explained then I can work with you. But I can't make a promise to obey a hundred percent of what you command when neither of us know each that well and don't fully see eye to eye. If that's fine with you, than we do have an accord."

He held out his hand for her to take it. He didn't take hers as he had ammended the deal and now wanted to see what she was going to say.
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