Abigail fell silent in her desperate apology, and inclined her head in submission. She had not meant to cause so much trouble – but with Miss Anne and Mister Jack away, she had not known who else to turn to at the time and had been naively certain that the awareness they would be back would spare her any harm for interfering with such rowdy fellows.
When had she stopped fearing pirates to the point she thought they would hear reason from a girl in a brothel?
Sighing, she shifted – reaching out to what may arguably be one of the most frightful pirates in all of Nassau – in the hopes that Miss Anne might take pity on her a moment longer, and hold her hand until the medicine for her bruises put her to sleep.
“I’m not afraid,” She promised softly, “Just very sore, in every way.” Her body hurt from being hit, of course, but she was more sore in the emotional sense – she was quite vexed with herself for being so foolish, and even more annoyed with those boorish men! “I’ll – be alright, but – would you stay, for a little while more?”
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