29[m4f] Beneath the tropic sun.

Rrrriiiiiiiight or-da... Mawch!"

The Sergeants voice rang out over the parade ground of the fort, as miserable looking line infantry stumbled about, doing their best to appease the demon of a man that seemed to thrive beneath the sweltering sun. Nearby a half dozen men say about in the shade they could find glad I'm dark green trousers, and white shirts, they looked even more miserable than the red coated infantry drilling away in the yard. Green coats, black caps, berets, and short barreled rifles lay close at hand. They were riflemen, the best shots in the royal army, and they had been sent away from the mountains they had been fighting in, to this backwater island in the tropics to help the local garrisons enforce the Kings will.

"Captain! Captain Ackerson!" The call came out from a man already sporting a bright sunburn on his face, and wearing the same colors as the other men that lounged in the shade. "Captain, the Major wants you... the Governor is with him, sir."

Groaning a tall man lifted the shall that had been covering his face and opened a blue eye. "Yer shittin' me, ain't ya Corporal?"

"No sir, they just sent me, said on the double, or there will be hell to pay. So I ran on the double, sir."

Ackerson was on his feet by now, his officers coat on, and a red shash tied around his waist. "Very well, take a rest, and drink some water 'fore ya pass out."

Ackerson strode across the parade grounds, he was a stark contrast to the men around him, tall, and fair skinned, his red hair was combed back neatly squared away beneath the shako on his head. His most striking features though were his eyes, one blue, and one green, they caused him to stand out wherever he went. Before long he was standing in the officers quarters at attention as he listened to his major and the governor prattle on about native rebels. Heya folks so basically it takes place in the late 17 early 1800s, on an island in a carribean type setting. I'd also be interested in this being a fantasy setting, along the lines of the sword coast from D&D. There will be pirates, enemy nations and rebel natives. The question that remains is who are you? The governor's willful daughter? The Majors young and "playful" wife? Perhaps a local native girl that is a rebel but hides behind the guise of helping the garrison? Why not all the above?

Hard limits are bathroom, animals, and brutality. Would also prefer it being sent over a pm instead of messenger