You're sitting, staring into the moonlight, after a day like any other. Your neighbor is startled. She looks you in the eye.

"You have no idea what happened."

Your look changes to astonishment. She continues.

"They saw two ships flying French flags arriving on our beaches. They're the Stuarts!"

Straw and gunpowder burn your nose as you look out at the neaby villages burning. There were screams, gunshots, and fire, as govement troops in the are run. The smoke trailed up and dissipated into the grasslands as you see the tripulation march on land.