Abigail finally realized that she was lying on the bed of the cabin. "How did I get here?", directing the question at Vane. "The shock. You fainted. You were only out for a short time. You should probably get rid of your dress unless you want to get blood everywhere." Abigail looked down at her dress and hands. She had not noticed the blood on her until Vane mentioned it. "I'll get you some water so you can clean yourself. And maybe I can find you some clothes to wear though they will probably be too large."
Captain Vane got up and made his way to the door. Looking back at Abigail he said, "You should probably lock this door once I'm gone. The men will be in high spirits and some may want to celebrate." He spat out the last word in disgust. "Only open it when I get back." Vane left the cabin and Abigail slowly made her way out of the bed. She reached the door and barred it.
Only then realized that she would need help removing her dress. "Damned stays," she thought. "They don't even allow a woman to dress herself." She looked around the cabin idly until her eyes fell upon the dagger she had stolen from the carriage driver. She bent down, not without wincing. Whatever she had done to her back, it hurt like hell. Determined she grabbed the dagger and began slicing at her dress. It was ruined beyond repair anyway.
Meanwhile, Charles was on the prowl. Despite what he told Abigail, his first task was to check up on his men. He made his way to the deck and found them all unbound. They were still mainly sitting around but at least the chains were gone. He quickly rounded them up. He told them about the truce between him and Flint, and that if anybody would put so much as a toe out of line he'd keelhaul them. A few of them glared at him, noticeably angered by the fact that they had lost control over the man-o-war but he was still their captain and none of them dared to cross him.
He started to return below deck but was cornered by Billy Bones. "What the hell, Vane? Why is she here? Did you kidnap her again?" Each question was accompanied by a shove from Billy. "Cut it Bones.", he said while pushing Billy away. "She wanted to come. Slit a man's throat in my defence. What was I supposed to do? Leave her there? She was ruined. She was, in fact, already on her way out of the city. Sent away by her daddy dearest, so polite society wouldn't have to deal with such a scandalous woman." Vane's words only angered Billy more, but this time the anger was not directed at Vane. "Fuck." "Yes, fuck indeed." Billy moved out of his way, giving Vane permission to return to Abigail. "Actually," Vane said turning back toward Billy, "I could use your help. She got injured. Was in a carriage accident. Need some water and clothes." Billy set of a brisk pace toward the hold, "Follow me."
Billy filled a pitcher with water and went by the doctor to grab some fresh bandage and some rum for the wounds they suspected she might have sustained. After that, he went to a storage bin located among the swaying hammocks. He searched through the bin. After a while he triumphantly held a shirt and a pair of trouser aloft. "Found it. Had a cabin boy a while back. Scrawny kid, ran away last time we made port. These should fit her decently enough."
Vane led the way back to Abigail. He knocked sharply on the door. "Who is it?", asked Abigail from inside. "Me." Only then he heard the door unlock and he thought to himself, a small smile on his face, good girl. He pushed the door open and was briefly taken aback at what greeted him. She was wearing only a shift. Nothing else. It did not leave much to the imagination. He managed to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. "Got some rum and water for the wound. Billy here found you some clothes."
At the mention of Billy, Abigail looked away from Vane only noticing Billy then. "Hello again.", a small smile on her face. "Thank you for your help." She could have sworn there was a slight blush on Billy's cheeks. "You're welcome, Miss Ashe. I must go up upstairs. We're just manoeuvring into a better position to…", he trailed off, well aware that they were currently destroying her home. Abigail sent him of those impish grins Charles had already become rather fond of, "Give them hell." Billy looked at her confused for a second but gathered his wits about him and left the cabin.