Minali looked at the girl dragged before her and smiled. She was lovely. Clearly seasick though, poor thing. It didn't even occur to her that the reek of gunpowder and blood and the sight of person bits scattered about might be upsetting. In her mind it was a perfectly wonderful day. The sun was shining, the wind was brisk, and in addition to wealth this ship held entertainment. She stepped forward and reached for one of Amelia's hands. Her eyes were intent, evaluating. Minali's fingers were rough with callouses, mostly from her weapons. The trembling hand she touched was soft, though the fist would not be unwound from what she held without more force. There was no reason to force now, Minali owned the girl and everything she held. If she wished to carry the pirate's possessions it would not be argued. The linen the woman wore was so fine that the sunlight shone through it, outlining her body. Minali's tongue ran over her lower lip and then she turned to shout, "Caspian! I need your jacket." It was rather dangerous to have such fine temptation on deck when everyone's blood was high.<br/><br/>She made a gesture with her hand for the men to release Amelia and to continue on with their search. This would leave Amelia held only by Minali's hand on hers and rather gently too. Of course, where could she go? Especially as Caspian walked up behind her moments later. Sounding disgusted he said, "I hate ransom runs, you sure we can't just keep her for sport?" His hands settled on Amelia's hips and he tried a convincing smile at his Captain. Assuming her intention let him argue with her before she stated it. Unfortunately Minali said, "Ransom. Your jacket." His sigh was heavy enough to stir Amelia's blonde waves of hair, before his hands left her body and he strode around to stand beside his Captain.<br/><br/>Minali was tall for a women, perhaps 5'9". Caspian made her seem petite. The one-eyed man slipped his jacket from muscular shoulders, and reluctantly handed it over. As it was a nice day and he was especially attached to the bright blue and red jacket, he had chosen not to wear a shirt. This left him standing there in the same loose pants Minali wore, brown leather boots, and what seemed like far to many weapons. He reached to pull a few more knives from the jacket and then stepped back. Only a single step though, because there was still Amelia to leer at.<br/><br/>Taking the jacket, Minali settled it gently on the other woman's shoulders, wrapping it around her like a blanket. "There you are lovely." Her fingers slid over Amelia's shoulders to the back of her neck, and she tugged Amelia's hair out from under the jacket to let it tumble down her back. "So pretty. I am Captain Minali Ochoa. What's your name girl?" Minali did not have much of an accent, but when she said her own name, it flowed from her lips with a song-like rhythm. It would be difficult to determine her origin, her hair was black and skin browned from the sun, but her eyes were a startling olivine green. Her face held several scars, one traveling across her full lips and another crossed her eyebrow. There were more scars even though she did not have too much skin exposed. Her collarbone had an ugly mounded mass of scar tissue, and her hands had obviously had more than a few cuts in their time.