She continued to behave as though she was barely concerned with the wound -- certainly, this was the case now that she had given it a perfunctory examination and found herself still somewhat-steady.

"How sorry I am to disappoint you lads, but I won't be doing any dying. Not any time soon." But her voice began to die off as she saw further than her own belly. Bloody hell...

"My ship! What the hell've you done to my ship!" Now, she pressed a little more strength into her escape efforts -- keen to barrel herself at the Dutchman's captain. Tackle him, if she must.