<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OfDbPV3.png)</div><strong>Scarlett Khan</strong><br/><br/>Scarlett was standing on the high deck, the captain's deck she liked to think of it as though truth be told it was where most of the crew hung out. It was a large, open area with a crank-operated covering that could be pulled down in times of inclement weather. Today though the sun was shining through some puffy white clouds (which the<em>Fearless</em>was fairly close to), bright colorful birds flew happily around the ship, and the magnificent sky boat leisurely flew along at 20 knots or so. It was a fraction of the speed the boat was capable of, but they weren't in any hurry.<br/><br/>Scarlett was wearing her trademark midriff bearing turquoise gown, split high and cut to flatter her light curves. The gold jewelry practically dripped from her belly and her neck and her face, glimmering in the sunlight prettily.<br/><br/>She stretched, standing on her tip toes and took a deep sip of her morning tea. Ah, this was the sort of morning that reminded her why she'd built this vessel.<br/><br/>She walked to one of the many large deck tables and collapsed back in one of her favorite comfy chairs, in a manner much less graceful than her outfit would suggest appropriate. But it was her boat (not really, but don't tell her that!) and she could flash who she liked.<br/><br/>She took another sip of tea and set her mug on the table, picking up one of her star charts she began making marks on a blank sheet of paper, charting out a course in an obscure manner that most others would have a devil of a time deciphering.