#184712 - It was obvious why the rich tyrant had kept her for his sick, personal museum, she was a natural beauty with her cherry red lips, eyes like the emerald isles and what seemed like a divinely curvy body, yet she had a doll like innocence about her, not solely attributed to her small size. She sat with her feet curled under herself, almost kneeling and leaning forward on the windowsill, a thick, leather bound book open before her as she concentrated on the slim pen that idly wrote beautifully curved letters within. Spent and on cloud nine, Amelia rested her head on the pirates chest, her half closed eyes looking across to the window as she watched the ranging storm neither one had notice begin, and soon fell asleep.
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