Emmaline wobbled, more top heavy than normal, as the skiff slid away from the treasure ship. Within moments they lost amidst a hundred other similar ships. If anyone had seen them shimmying down the grappling hook no one remarked on it as they focused on the flash and roar of the distant gun fire. Emmaline stared somewhat morosely at the surface of the river which had stolen the majority of her coins. She shifted her chest with an obvious clinking sound. Reaching down her bodice she retrieved a coin and set it on the rowing bench. She repeated the procedure plucking coin after coin from the sagging fabric of her dress until nearly fifty pieces of gold were laid out in twos and threes. She reached down into her bodice and searched around for the final few coins that were caught where the corset wrapped her dress.

"Uhhh," Neil interjected. Emmaline looked up and realized that she had managed to free one of her breasts in her attempt to retrive coins.

"Oh," she said, hurriedly pulling her dress back into place. She glanced around the river and saw that no one else seemed to have noticed her momentary exposure.

"Well it isn't a fortune," she admitted looking at the small pile of gleaming coins, "But it is a fair days work." Grinning with pleasure she picked up a battered canvas hat which had been under the rowing bench and swept the coins into the hat with a series of satisfying clinks. She sighed lustily at the sound, casting a regretful glance back at the  ship.