Amelias' heart raced and she pulled the towel closer to her body as the Captain revealed the meaning of her comment; she would never admit to herself or to this woman the effect that she had on her. For if she were to say anything, the Captain would likely use that to her advantage and....<br/>Suddenly it dawned on Amelia that what she was afraid of happening was indeed happening to her. The Captain was using her naivety to her advantage and was pressing her on, obviously enjoying the reactions she was getting.<br/>Well, perhaps then there was time for Amelia to change her tactics. She had to fight through her embarrassments and blushes...at least until she was off her bloody ship and in the safety of the royal-<br/>Amelia's eyes widened though as the Captain swiftly removed her shirt. Well, so much for changing tactics.  Although she knew she should look away, Amelia found her brows pulled together in...confusion and...sympathy as her eyes took in all of the scars on the Captains' torso. She found herself suddenly overcome with curiosity. How had she gotten all of those scars? Were they all from her time in battle, or did she get them before she became a captain of a ship?<br/>A breath escaped Amelias' lips as her eyes moved up to the Captains' bound breasts, and she found her curiosity taking over.<br/>"Doesn't it...hurt?"<br/>Her eyes shifted back up to the Captain's, and for a moment, she found herself becoming entranced by this woman. She had completely forgotten the Captain's question, but she pushed it aside for the moment to allow herself the openness of getting to know such a woman, to such a pirate.