Miss Fortune, the Bounty Hunter
"The greater the hazard, the greater the abundance."
Magnificence and threat: There are few who can coordinate Miss Fortune in either. One of Bilgewater's most notorious abundance seekers, she fabricated her legend upon a swathe of projectile perplexed bodies and caught ne'er-do-wells. The blasting echoes of her twin guns in the port city's smelling wharfs and forager shanties are certain indications of another warrant from the Bounty Board being settled.
Like most who ascend to reputation in the winding, salt-encrusted maze of Bilgewater, Miss Fortune has no deficiency of blood staring her in the face. However, it was not generally along these lines, for she was once known as Sarah, the dearest girl of a prestigious weapon lady who lived calmly at her disconnected island workshop. Youthful Sarah helped her mom in the fashion, recording wheel locks, aligning trigger pulls, or throwing custom gun shot. Her mom's aptitude in making guns was unbelievable, and her bespoke handguns were to be found in the accumulations of numerous a well off honorable. Be that as it may, ofttimes, they were wanted by those with more small means and darker hearts.
One who wanted such a weapon was a best in class reaver of Bilgewater called Gangplank. Cocksure and sure of his energy, he requested Sarah's mom mold a couple of guns any semblance of which no other man had. A hesitant arrangement was struck, and after a year to the day, Gangplank returned for his weapons. He had wore a red scarf confront cover and had no aim of paying for the firearms – he was there to take them by drive.
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