Deep within the Andes Mountains, the Privateers of Queen Honoria's Revenge were camped. Weeks had passed since they first landed, and they had suffered constant ambushes throughout their journey. For whatever reason, the native peoples of this strange land seemed more dedicated to violence than a peaceful approach to the strange foreigners who trespassed on their soil.
Without a means of communication, Honoria and her girls were forced to endure constant onslaught. Despite this, they were well supplied, and had brought sufficient ammo with them to endure a long campaign of discovery and exploration. At the moment Honoria had three .45-70 cartridges in her fingers, and one in her mouth as she rapidly reloaded her rifle and fired on a nearby enemy.
