Honoria aimed down the sights of her bolt-action rifle. The beautiful princess turned privateer, held a spare round between her luscious pink lips as if it were a cigarette. She also held several munitions between her fingers on the supporting hand. When armed with a single shot bolt-action rifle, this was a common technique used to reduce reload time.
Any minute now, the Mortar team would launch a shell on the unsuspecting village, thus starting their assault. At the moment, the Byzantine Princess was among her crew of privateers, who were stationed just outside a native village in the Andes Mountains. For the past few weeks they had fought, and struggled to get this far in the foreign land. Now they finally gained some treasure.
Alright, it's the weekend, and you all know what that means. One chapter today, and hopefully I'll be in better shape to write more tomorrow.