Amelia tensed as the Captain's hand moved just below her shoulder, but she vaguely shook her head in response to the womans' question. Tears began to well up in her eyes as the Captain began to speak of the importance of freedom, but there was also something else there....Amelia did not feel...sad, but rather, she felt angry. Her hands tightened around her items she held and she let out a heavy sigh, almost sounding like a curt laugh.<br/>How dare this woman speak of the preciousness of freedom, all the while holding her captive. It was complete balderdash.<br/>"I am so glad that my lack of freedom gives you reason to celebrate, Captain. I only hope to find reason to celebrate myself someday."<br/>Her voice carried with it the saltiness of the sea, despite the whisper in which she spoke it; She knew that her comment might only earn her a swift slap to the face, but she did not care. She was done being fearful of this woman. It was time for her to stand up and fight, no matter what it took.