It is the Sixty Fourth day without electricity. No fuel for the generator anywhere and the last of the batteries expired weeks ago. She knows she will have to fight, the burning deep inside her demands direct balls-out action, not passive dreams, hopes and wishes. Born to a poor shrimp fisherman who struck it big in whaling, she came to be a world class harpoonist by the age of 12. By tribal custom, whomever throws the fatal “poon” is awarded the prime slab of blubber from the catch. She grew to immense size and strength. She would make the perfect soldier.”…
“Guns Of Chicharrones” Chapter 1
EARL OF TAINT 
I “heard” the name on her “birf” certificate is “Lardocia”.