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The Queen Anne's Revenge

Amelia stood at the helm of The Queen Anne's Revenge.
"CREW!" she yelled, "LISTEN UP YOU LOW LIFE DOGS!" No one stopped working. She huffed loudly. Jonathan Scotte, Amelia's first mate, appeared at her side.
"Here, Capp'n, allow me," he said gruffly. Jonathan held a special place in his heart for Amelia. She was either learning by his side, or Blackbeards.
"OY!" he yelled and fired a shot in the air. The crew stopped instantly and look up at the helm.
"Excuse me, Mr. Scotte?" she called in a soft deadly voice. He looked up at her with a wicked grin.
"Yes, Cappn?" he responded. The whole crew had dread written on their face. Biting her lip, she looked at every single one of them.
"Can you explain to me why the crew ignored me, Johnny Boy?" she asked, a dangerous look crossed her face.
"Because you are a woman and I only take my orders from men!" an obviously suicidal crewman responded. Johnny Boy paled. She cocked her head to the side. Chewing on her lip, she made her way down the stairs and walked until she stood about four inches from him.
"What is your name, handsome?" she asked in a low breathy voice, purposely putting longing and need into it. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. He stepped closer to her.
"My name is," he was cut off as Amelia's sword pierced his chest. Gasping for air, he fell to the ground and died.
"Are you all listening?" she spoke softly.
"YES, CAPP'N!" they all responded in unison.
"First of all, remove his corpse from my ship, NOW!," she paused as two men threw him overboard, "Second of all, set sail to Blackbeard's, lord rest his soul, Island." In an instance, everyone was back to work. Heading back up to the helm, she took the wheel and turned the ship in a full 360.
"ON TO BLACKBEARD'S ISLAND!" she yelled.