The comment on her breasts and size, brings a furious deep blush  exhibited from the gunslinger Angelique.   She bites her lip nervously.   As her gaze darts around the ship.  Too embarrassed to look at any of the others.    It wasn't just the remark alone.  Also befuddled as to how the ship is running.   How come other then stowing the gear and supplies.  In which their now seemingly eccentric patron,  the captain Akali.   Now had them sitting on deck doing nothing and stripping down.    Who is running the ship,  didn't they have to do something.   Feed fire wood to fuel a steam engine or something like that.  Should not one of them be stirring the boat.   Could they not run into something.   Yet the captain seemed not concerned about any of this.<br/><br/>Finally getting her composure.<br/><br/><em>"Its hereditary, good breeding for such qualities."</em><br/><br/>Angelique chides herself with the answer.   Hereditary was correct, her mother is well endowed even more so.   But it just sounded wrong when she added good breeding for such qualities.  As if she were bred for such qualities.   This woman really got her off kilter.   She was, no is like chaos bundled in a package.  An here I have been accused of being an chaotic individual self serving.<br/>