Wide eyes and then a frown. Minali supposed she was a bit banged up, but the girl shouldn't be shocked. She had a scar over her lips! Of course there were more. For one thing, pirates fought a lot. Unless a country was at war there really wasn't anyone else who spent so much time facing a naked blade, or flying shards of wood, or chains or... whatever creative way their prey tried to fight them off. For another people really didn't love women at sea.<br/><br/>"Hurt?" Oh the girl was staring at her chest, and she laughed, "It's not that tight." She ran a finger under the edge of the fabric to demonstrate. "Probably a lot more comfortable than your contraption. See now you wouldn't have to give me lessons on how to do this. Of course you wouldn't need help either." A slight shrug of her shoulders and she added, "It keeps them from moving around when I'm busy, and you know if you can look less like a girl on a ship, it's never a bad idea. I don't want my crew thinking like that. I want them listening. Though we're a bit more organized than most, it's perhaps not like the ship you were on before. My job is mostly picking targets, making the choices that are life or death. If we aren't in those situations, the crew might vote something else than what I think is best. I just find people listen best when they aren't distracted." Her lips quirked, twisting the scar slightly. It struck her as funny taking her shirt off would lead to instruction on what a pirate Captain did.<br/><br/>Perhaps after dinner she should continue teaching Amelia with the rest of the crew. It was certainly better if they enjoyed their passenger and wanted to bring her safely to her prince. Minali's calm charm had won her the position of Captain and she was always careful to keep them agreeing with her wishes, in the habit of doing her will.