Amelia had to stifle the urge to grin proudly upon seeing the Captain's momentary dumbfounded expression; her plan was starting to work! If the Captain believed her, then perhaps she could use that to bide her time and protect herself. She just had to keep the story believable, moving forward, and false. There was no way that she would hint to this woman that she had relations; for if she let that slip, her mother and sisters might be in danger of being...sacked by these scoundrels.  The Captain's dumbfounded expression was of course, short-lived and was replaced instead by a flicker of anticipation, which she hoped was a result of the idea of such a profitable reward. But she was wrong. She was oh, so wrong.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened slightly and she found herself frozen in place as the Captain approached her with an outstretched hand; Amelia exhaled nervously and her heart skipped a beat as she found herself staring into this woman's entrancing olivine eyes. Despite the Captain's rugged appearance, she was...underneath all her scars, very beautiful.  Heat rose to her cheeks and a scarlet color painted them as she felt the woman's fingertips trail along her cheekbone as she pushed her hair back into place.<br/><br/>"I beg your pardon, Captain..." She forced herself to speak, hoping for it to sound stern and reprimanding, but in reality, knowing that it would sound embarrassed and shy.<br/>She needed something to distract herself with...or to distract the Captain with, but with her being so close, it seemed an impossible feat.