Amelia stared at the open ocean as the Captain began to speak; she was determined to not allow this woman to frighten her into running away to something or someone that she did not love. No. She was faced with the choice of fighting for herself and finding her own strength. Her mother and sisters were depending on her for it, and her father was nonexist-<br/><br/>She felt the woman shift her weight and wrap a bit of her blonde hair around her calloused finger; the action caused goosebumps to rise on her arms. When she turned her head, her heart fluttered for a brief moment at the nearness of the Captains' face, but the moment left and she glared at the Captain with harsh eyes. She would not let her get away with those comments.<br/>"Do not believe for a minute that I belong to any man. I am not some idle woman who sits in chairs embroidering and does nothing with her life. I am not made that way....so if you don't mind, please withdraw your hand from my hair."<br/>She hoped her voice didn't betray the tremble caused by her racing heart, but she knew that she was probably not successful in that. She had never been the type of woman to be bold, but she thought that she would at least try.