Amelia felt her eyes overflow with more tears as the Captain embraced her and consoled her with comforting words.<br/>Her heart began to ache as memories of her hometown being raided by a fleet of pirates flooded her; she felt like she was drowning, especially as she recalled her lover being murdered by the same kind of people as this woman. They had been ruthless, and indeed, so had she. The proof was in the bodies that lay, strewn dead about on the deck of the ship that was taking her to the Prince. Her stomach began to turn as she unwillingly recalled the faces and blood of the dead, but she inhaled quickly and forced her thoughts away from the hideous fate those men had met.<br/>Her mind was immediately distracted though as she felt the calloused and warm hands of the Captain on the back of her shoulder. Her heart fluttered, but her muscles tensed and she gripped the towel closer to her body, hoping that she would get the message.<br/>Even as she started to pull herself away, Amelia felt herself desiring the Captains' tender, comforting touches and hugs.<br/>Yes, it did go against her natural desires for men, but she realized that she felt...almost...-dare she say it?-....comfortable...in the Captains' arms.<br/>Perhaps it was all a ruse from the Captain. She was most likely just trying to seduce her to...to ravage her, then toss her aside...or worse...to her crew.<br/>Amelia's eyes widened in fear and she paled as she considered these thoughts.<br/>No. She would not let this woman cast her spell over her.<br/>"Forgive me, Captain..." She said firmly and distantly as she pulled herself away from this seductive enchantress, wiping her eyes with the corner of the towel quickly.<br/>"But I would like to dress now. And if you'll excuse me, I have decided that it is possible for me to dress myself...alone."