This is thanks to Not-Alone-Anymore, who gave me such a wonderful review. Anyway, enjoy. I promise it will get more intense, and also, I promise romance is coming. It's just a little slow right now. I promise I'm working on it.

The sun rose and I stretched my stiff limbs. It was time. I stayed low and watched as people gathered for the execution. The commodore came out and began reading out the charges. As he did so, all 17 of the crew were led out. My heart ached when I saw Alfred, head hanging down. I knew he thought I had betrayed him, and that hurt.

I waited as the hangman slipped the rope loops over the men's heads, and then stood up. "Stop! Release these men, or die where you stand!"

Alfred's head shot up, and he looked around, probably recognizing my voice and trying to find me. The commodore looked at me and frowned. "Who are you to make demands like that?"

I fired a round at the hangman who was standing by the lever. He collapsed without a sound, it was a perfect shot.

The commodore looked startled, and I heard the assembled townspeople gasp, but the commodore quickly regained control of his emotions. "Come down here, and let's talk like civilized people."

"I think not. Let them go, or die."

One of the soldiers in the crowd raised his gun and fired. I dodged the round and shot my attacker. I smirked at the commodore and said, "I warned you."

The explosions started, filling the air with smoke, debris, and screams. I jumped off the wall, hit the ground in a roll, rolled to my feet, and ran for the gallows. I fired a round, cutting through the ropes, then jumped onto the platform. I cut their bindings then said, "Follow me."

The men followed without questions, although I noticed Alfred and Kirkland lagging behind. Kirkland was obviously dragging Alfred along against his will. I sighed, but led the pirates through the back-ways until we reached their ship.

I climbed on board, then said, "Get this ship moving, if you want to live. We have to leave this harbor, now."

The men quickly began preparing to sail, and pulled up the gangplank as Kirkland and Alfred boarded. Alfred slumped to the ground and Kirkland glared at me. "Thank you for saving us, but who the hell do you bloody think you are, ordering around my crew on my ship.

"Someone who just saved your lives after you got your asses captured on my account."

"What?"

I whipped off my hat and made a deep bow. "Amelia Jones, at your service." Alfred's head shot up. Everyone else gaped at me. I chuckled, spinning the hat on my finger.

"Amelia? Is that really you?"

I smiled. "Yes, big brother, it is really me."

He got to his feet, a grin breaking out on his face, and ran towards me. I clothes-lined him.

He grimaced, rubbing his neck. "What was that for?"

"You honestly thought I would sell you out? You are my brother for God's sake! That was for doubting me." Then I hugged him. "This is for coming and rescuing me."

He smiled, then noticed my hair. He pulled out of the hug and pulled out the hair-tie. "Amelia, your hair," he said softly.

I forced myself not to cry. "I know, right? It was the only option. Funny thing, hair. Such a sentimental object. But I think I look rather good."

Alfred smiled sadly. He knew how hard it must have been for me to cut my hair. "Yes, it looks wonderful, Amy."

He grabbed a lock and gently kissed it, and that is when I lost it. I collapsed against him, sobbing. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me while I cried. I am sure we must have been quite a sight on that pirate ship. A sister crying in the arms of her brother in the middle of the deck. All I can say is that either my brother's reputation must be truly fearsome, or the crew was quite disciplined, because no one ever mentioned it to me.

I quickly settled into the ship's routine and quickly became friends with most of the men. Except for Francis, who was an intolerable flirt.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. If you have questions, please explain. And I'm sorry if Amelia seems sort of OOC right now, I try to write it directly from her perspective/my perspective, putting myself in her position, and writing how I would react. Anyway, enjoy.

Omake:
Alfred glowered at Francis as he approached his sister yet again.

"Hello, my petite fleur. How are you?"

"I was better before you came up to me. I am not your flower."

"Ah, ma cherie, you are more beautiful than any flower. You are more like an angel."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Flattery? You wound me. It is simply the truth. I simply wish to share my love!"

"Uh-huh. Share it with someone else, please."

"But-"

Amelia turned her head and fixed Francis with a deadly glare. "I said please, Francis."

Francis gulped and fled. Alfred couldn't help but laugh.

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