Background: You inherited a magical tome from your uncle. You where instructed only to open it in dire emergency for it shall send you to a random place and time...
The glitter flys up out of the book at you like a wall of sleep, you fall backwards and you are out before you hit the ground. You wake up to find yourself swaying in a hemp hammock. You have a single shot black powder musket ball pistol clutched to your chest, a long slender sword hangs from the hammock by a silver hook. All is well, no zombies here...