<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/zx5ojk.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"Bountiful" Belyk Barbarossa</strong></span>emerged from the cabin and stepped onto the deck of The Adventurer's Demise, her boots clicking on the wooden boards. Wind blew her scarlet hair back and she had to set a hand on her tricorne cap to keep it in place. Good wind today. She looked exquisite and very much earning of her nickname, clad in a tight-fitting white outfit and long blue overcoat, both garments trimmed with all sorts of gold and finery. The skimpy white clothing flashed her long legs and, perhaps, a glimpse at her toned backside as she walked. Her bounty pressed heavily against the top, straining against it, openly displaying a valley of cleavage delicious enough to lose a gold coin in. Perhaps a whole coin purse. She surveyed her crew and the open skies all around the airship, not suspecting the stealthy approach of one bold adventurer. Her brother, Arr (the crew knew not weather that was his real name or just a nickname) was at the helm, ensuring their clear path through the blue skies.