Amelia felt herself blush underneath the Captain's intense gaze, but just as she glanced down, she felt her hand being tugged forward ever so slightly, so she decided to follow. Although the ship was rocking slowly back and forth with the waves, Amelia didn't fall or stumble forward, even when the captain came to a stop as she opened the doors to her cabin. As the Captain released her hand, Amelia let it fall to her side and flexed it in an attempt to shake off the warmth that was shared. Her action however caused the letter she had started to write to fall from her sleeve, landing with a soft noise just a few steps from the now closed doors.<br/><br/>The brief silence which followed their entrance was filled with both parties attempting to distract themselves; Amelia's eyes lifted to the Captains' as she spoke of Ayo, but not knowing what to say, she smiled briefly and glanced back down at her dresses.<br/><br/>Everything in that pile was meaningless to her; of course, save for her mothers wedding gown which she had always desired to inherit. But the more she gazed upon the pile of dresses, the more she came to realize that even her mothers' gown was meaningless.<br/>She would never get the chance to wear it down the aisle for the man who she loved. Instead, she would have to no doubt wear some other dress....made fit for the Prince....whoever he was.....<br/><br/>Amelia's thoughts were quickly returned to the present as the Captain suddenly spoke again, this time, her words seemed...sincere and almost, dare she think it, caring?<br/><br/>After clearing her throat and regaining her composure, Amelia  shifted her gaze back to the Captains' olivine eyes and spoke in a hushed tone.<br/>"Captain, I would like to discuss the...sum....that you will require from the Prince. From what I...understand about his island, he is not overwhelming in abundance of....well, whatever it is that you require. But I am sure that he will be able to provide you with other means, such as crops or....tools, perhaps."<br/><br/>Amelia cleared her throat again and clutched her journal closer in her hand as a nervous tick; she had no idea what she was talking about, but she had to speak of the Prince as if she did know. She had to fool not only the Captain, but also the crew as well.