Amelia gasped as the captain grabbed her hand, but despite her efforts to yank her hand from the other woman's grasp, she found the woman's strength overpowering hers, so she decided to glare at her instead. She wondered how pathetic she must have looked right now: her hair unbrushed and windswept, tears staining her reddened cheeks, and immodestly clothed to be out in public; she was a wreck. And now this woman was telling her how she lost her precious items?<br/>This was not a time to be fearful.<br/>Not today.<br/>"You bastard. The ship I was just on mere minutes ago was raided and plundered...men died because of your lustful desires for treasures, and I only had moments to think before I was taken up to be...reviewed by you...as if I were some sort of animal! And then, I was man handled by that....that man! And you have the gall to say that were my wits sharper I would have retained my items? No."<br/>Her lips formed a firm line as her anger began to rise within her; she would not let this woman overpower her.<br/>"Now then, Captain-" she spat out her title as if it were bitter in her mouth. "-I suggest you return my journal and my mothers' necklace to me, immediately....otherwise you will not get any ransom money."