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Soon as Amelia reached her stateroom, she slammed the door behind her. Her body trembled, her nails digging into the door, wood curls proceeding her hands as she slid to the floor in a heap. Her hair fell from its tight bun, like it itself was giving in with the rest of her, following the path of her jelly legs, her heart that thumped fast as a hummingbirds wings as her body pulsed with the rythmn before she fell forward, whimpering. Sniffling. A weak lump of a woman. She felt dizzy, short of breath. Bloody hell she couldn't be having one of these...never in her career...

She slowly made herself calm down, using all her strength to calm her breathing, to calm her body. Over a time she couldn't measure Amelia's body began to relax, her breathing regulated. Her heart returned to its strong thumping that Delbert said reminded him often of a mighty drum. Her head cleared and she swallowed air like water, pushing herself to her elbows and knees, then just to her knees, leaning back, her eyes closed, letting herself piece things back together before rising to her feet. Unstable hands tied her hair back and grasped her hat, and wobbly legs led her to her desk. She sat, her body relaxing more, the slightest of shaking the only thing remaining, along with a feeling of unease.

"Bloody hell..." She sighed, leaning back in her chair. She'd never experienced an anxiety or panic attack herself, but she'd seen them. Many a soldier had fallen to such a crippled mass before her eyes...especially during war.

"Admiral? Madam?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Clement's voice, and the shaking returned. Blast it damn and bloody hell...

"Come in, Clement. Come in." She said, surprised at how clear her voice sounded. She wedged her feet under her desk to help them stop shaking and used her hands to prop up her head. Clement blinked. "I, uh, was just coming to see if you were alright ma'am."

"I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, I've come knocking several times and you haven't said anything...you've been in here near an hour."

Amelia felt her body tense and her heart start beating again. She remained silent as she forced her mind to be one track. She bet that if she could keep it like that the rest of the day, she wouldn't have an attack again. Correction, she had to keep her mind on one track, or she would have another one.

"...Madam?"

Amelia breathed deeply, leaning back in her chair, feeling the anxiety slowly flow through her body, down to her feet and out, leaving a worn core. Damn this was weird as hell. "Sorry, Clement." She said quietly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "I must ask what you were knocking about."

"I was knocking because earlier you requested I make sure you patrol the ship soon as we leave port, Amelia." He spoke as he closed the door, taking his hat off and tossing it to a side table, where it landed perfectly. Having spent many an hour together by now, Amelia and Clement both felt they were reasonably good friends.

"Oh. Yes. That." She sighed. "Well, is there anything going on that requests either of our services?"

"As of now, there isn't." Clement went to a small stove that sat beside a sink. He drew from a cupboard above a silver kettle, filled it with water, and put it on the flame. Amelia blinked. "Clement, why ar-"

"Take a look in the mirror, Amelia." He said, not turning to her as he took out a ceramic jar containing jasmine tea leaves. Amelia sighed, rising to her evenly steady feet, making her way to the mirror on the other side of the room. She looked herself in the eye and frowned. The dark circles under her eyes from many sleepless nights leading up to this moment were strikingly evident. Her fur was ruffled, her bun looked positively bonkers and cold beads of sweat were on her brow. She wiped that away with her sleeve, sighing as she took her hat off and hung it up, putting down her hair and putting it back up properly.

"Thank you, Clement."

Jim surveyed the deck of his War Sloop. He'd been taken off the patrol, along with Onyx and a few of the other top crew members. Now he remained ranked Lieutenant, but he captained a ship that he'd signed for with his own hand. He'd named it the RLS Silver Coin, and only those closest to him knew it referenced a man Jim considered to be one of the most important people in his past.

And, as of late, possibly his present.

While doing patrols, they'd captured pirates that had a mysterious device. It was a map of sorts, which let them see before being seen, and know how big the ship was, in a surprisingly large radius. It had the same technology the map to Treasure Planet had, and since then it had aided them in finding more and more pirates. That included one of Silver's crew, who seemed to have escaped from prison. All he'd said to Jim was that Silver said, "beware" before he was carried off in chains. This message had bothered Jim for the last month, but he didn't let it show. The thing that bothered him most, really, had been that the pirates somehow got off Treasure Planet.

Though he had all these troubling thoughts, there was one amusing one that gave him a laugh each day. What was this one thought?

Onyx and Minerva.

Good God, he loved to watch these two. Mostly because Minerva seemed totally oblivious to the infatuation he had for her, while him and everyone else had figured it out by now. Seemed Onyx had mostly given up on hiding it...except in front of Minerva. She'd be walking by, and he'd turn his head to follow her, but soon as she gave the slightest indication of turning around, Onyx's head was facing a totally different direction. In fact this happened several times just that day, and the gears in Jim's mischievous head began turning...

He waited in the hall. After talking with a member of the crew, they'd arranged it. Onyx always patrolled the ship, making sure the right doors were locked and supplies was where it need be, and Minerva usually had night watch. The crew member would tell her he had the night watch this night and for her to go to bed, so she'd head down this hall at, if they timed it right, the same time as Onyx.

And they most certainty timed it right.

When the two were walking, Jim jumped from his hiding place and creped behind Onyx, his light footing masked by the heavy footsteps of the giant who was now nearly 7'5 since they began patrol. When they were just close enough, Jim shoved Onyx with all his might and booked it down the hall.

Onyx knew that very moment who had pushed him, and he was pissed as hell.

He fell straight into Minerva, who yowled angrily. He landed hard on his hands and knees. "Damn it!" He cursed, opening his eyes and finding two purple orbs staring straight back at him. He felt his cheeks turn red as she pushed himself up. "I-I'm sorry someone pu-"

"'Mere." Minerva grabbed his collar and pulled him inches from her face. Her perfume smelled like lilacs. "Jim pushed you. Surprised you didn't notice him standing there."

"Uh-uh, well I um-"

"Good to hear you unsure of yourself for once, pretty boy." She grinned and, before Onyx knew it, she was the one looking down on him, hand on either side of his head, her warm body resting on top of his as she curled her long tail around one of his legs.

"W-What's happening." Onyx said quietly as she inched her face closer to his.

"Do you like me?" She asked. Onyx blinked, blushing even more. "I-Yeah."

She smirked. "I've known that since you were in the clinic with me."

"Then wh-"

"Just wanted to see if you're a liar or not." She whispered. Onyx looked at her and slowly slid his hands up to rest on her back. "I'm guessing this means you like me too."

"Yeah. Ya priss." She said, and she kissed him. Onyx was shocked to say the least, but he did nooooooooot mind. Not at all. Nope. He didn't mind the first, second, third, or fifteenth kiss either. All the kisses that followed the first were defiantly not a problem. By the time he was given a minute to breath, Onyx felt dizzy. Minerva looked a little cross-eyed herself.

"I think we should get back to our rooms before someone catches us." Onyx said breathlessly. Minerva nodded a bit, and they both stood. Onyx kissed her one last time and smiled. "Goodnight."

She smiled up at him, something Onyx had never seen on the scruffy Felinid's face. It was sweet as her perfume. "Goodnight." She said, slowly breaking from his embrace and walking away, her hips swinging even more than usual until she closed the door to her room behind her. Onyx slowly put his hat on backward and made his way to his room, a puppy-love grin plastered on his face.