Amelia's eyes widened slightly at the first mate's sudden declaration, and as she lifted her gaze, she caught the Captain smiling in...amusement at Caspian's words. How dare they speak of her this way! Yes, she was their...prisoner for the time being, but it would all come to an end and they would have too-a breath suddenly escaped her lips as Caspian's fingers trailed lines down her back. She clenched her hands into fists and shut her eyes for a brief moment as her heart skipped a beat.<br/>No.<br/>She would not allow this man, this scoundrel to have such an effect on her; even if he was a part of her fathers' social class.<br/>These thoughts were dashed, however, as the first mate draped his arm over her shoulder and held her journal out to her. What was he playing at? He wasn't...taunting her with it, but rather it seemed that he was actually giving it to her.<br/><br/>Her instincts told her to grab the journal quickly and scurry away, but she dashed them and forced herself to wiggle from beneath Caspian's arm.<br/>"Thank you, kind sir." She said as she turned to face him, curtsying low.<br/>Her voice was full of sarcasm, as was her expression as she stood up and took the journal from his hand. As she walked past him, she paused and blushed as she caught the Captain gazing at her, from head to foot.<br/>Her heart began to race under her stare, and all manner of sarcasm and pride from moments before vanished into thin air. Amelia glanced down at the Captains outstretched hand then hesitantly lifted her own and placed it gingerly into the rough but tender womanly hand.<br/><br/>Amelia's gaze lifted, and when she met the Captain's olivine eyes, her heart fluttered for a brief moment and she suddenly grew bold and fierce. Lifting her eyes up to the sails, she opened her mouth and began to sing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I am not my mother, no I am not the sea. <br/>Raging, pulling, crashing, flowing upon the misty eve..<br/>I am not my sister, no I am not a tree. <br/>Swaying, playing, praising, dancing, never does deceive..<br/><br/>Nay, I am but a feather, falling down beneath. <br/>Dancing with my lover, my lover all the breeze. </span><br/><br/>Her voice was sweet and melodic, but as she ended the song, her voice trembled slightly upon recalling fond memories spent with her lover. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a calming breath, then cast her gaze upon the Captain, waiting for her to lead.