Miss Montesquiue relaxed in a deck chair, next to the one she loved, sipping a whiskey, hard up, on the rocks. She seemed envigorated after the ride and vowed to work out more in the Hansell's fully equipped weight room.

Barkesque Montesquiue was the daughter of the late Count of Monte Squiue-o, a town which was named after the second cousin (thrice removed) of Krist, the man whom the town Monte Cristo was named after (They just messed up the spelling on the maps). (No, not Christ, Krist. HUGE difference) Her father was Bonivelo Montesquiue, grandson of the original count, Sir Ivanna Skrew. The spelling was changed, and the "r" was lost do to miss pronunciations and people thinking it was a, shall we say... distasteful sounding name. Count Montesquiue (as it eventually became) became rich through betting when he was older, and taking other kids' lunch money in the lunch line when he was much, much younger. He put all of his ill gotten gains into the bank at a whopping 18% annual intrest rate, and made a fortune. Anyone would say he was one of the five richest men in the world. When he passed away, he gave all his money to his daughter, who then became the richest WOman in the world. This woman, of course, was Barkesque "Barky" Montesquiue.

"Whell Ah declaiah! This weathah' is jus' perfect!" Stated Miss Montesquiue. "Ah don't know ma'am," grimaced the deckhand,"See those high cumulous clouds? I think we're in fo' some bad weatha', an' soon!"

~Barky