Amelia's stomach dropped for a brief moment as she caught the sharpness hiding behind the captain's teasing words. But she wouldn't be swayed by fear. She would speak to the captain and get her journal back or.....she would have to pretend for the entirity of their journey. The latter, however, was something that was not very desirable, and indeed, would be very difficult to pull off, seeing as how the captain would need a drop off location. She let out a small breath, as if to solidify her mission. She would retrieve her journal and try to trace back this mysterious prince's name and whereabouts.<br/><br/>Before Amelia could open her mouth to address her,  Caspain chuckled-a sound that was full of mischief and made her want to slap him again-and dangled the small journal in front of her, taunting her like some animal. Her eyes widened ever so slightly and her muscles tensed as Caspain teased, no...threatened to read her journal aloud, but her fear turned into annoyance and anger as he shoved her journal halfway inside his pants, daring her to grab at it. Her eyes became sharp as she glared at him, showing him that she would not back down from the fight.<br/>Not now, not when it was most important.<br/><br/>Her eyes stayed on the first mate, even as a new voice rang out, but the moment that the captain spoke, Amelia shifted her gaze towards the two women and dipped her head politely. As the woman Ayo spoke, she found herself wanting to be more than just cordial with this woman; from the sound of her voice, Amelia felt herself being drawn towards her and wanting to confide in her. She felt as though Ayo could even be a friend amongst all these ruffians.<br/>As she mused over these thoughts, Amelia had completely missed Caspain sneaking from the captain's side, so when he was suddenly behind her, she gasped and froze in her place for a moment, staring at the captains hands to keep from accidentally bumping into....him. A shiver ran down her spine and she exhaled softly as she felt his thumb rub against the skin just above the collar of her dress. She tried to control her breathing so as not to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it was useless...especially when he stayed behind her.<br/>He must have known exactly what he was doing, as did she, but what she couldn't understand of herself was the fact that she was feeling...well, nervous....this feeling was akin to what she felt when the captain held her in her arms and touched her gently, tenderly.<br/>How could someone such as these ruffians and bastards have such an effect on her?<br/><br/>"Cap-captain Minali?" Amelia's voice scratched as she finally found the time to compose herself. "I would like to speak with you...privately, if I may."