Eyes widen at how the captain causally tells of how she is an assassin.  How she came to  own the boat they now stood in, or to be more precise sat in.   Angelique leans a bit forward.     Her bosom jiggles in the leather armor of hers.   Its style and cut unlike any seen before around these parts.   Of course it had been designed for quickness in mind for her.<br/><br/><em>"I'm a bastard,  ma' worked in a bordello.  Through I been told my pop is the outlaw Josy Wales.  Although I haven't met him.  Through it is my knack with gunsmithing that lead me from the bordello.   There was these riders that came in one day to the bordello.    One of them had pistols.   Well he is the one my ma serviced.   I could not help but be fascinated with his pistols.  One of them was broken,  clear as day.  I fixed the cocking mechanism.   While he banged my mom.    He was surprised about that I had done it.   Anyways to shorten my story.  That lead to others wanting it to get fixed.   Led to my first very own pistol.    I practiced outside of town for hours.   Until I am like grease lightning with the draw.   But ma she had other ideas,  about me being respectful and being married off to a proper man.    So I did the most obvious thing with me sitting here with  you.   I ran away,  hit the road.    That road has led me to six duals, gunfights.   And again, since I sit here, it is right to assume those six are dead.   I reckon I killed twenty one total.   I killed for cheating,  killed cause a drunkard put his hand on me.  I killed one cur cause he beat his dog."    </em><br/><br/>Angelique would pause as they are interrupted.  She wait for the captain to shoo out the other.   By telling him to get topside and finishing loading the cargo onto the ship.<br/><br/>She right didn't know why she babbled about her gunfights and total kills.  It was like when still being a maid.  An boasting, no lying and saying you could take such a outlandish size in a man's cock into you.  As if you could service a horse.