Ahoy captain

Tis a mighty wind that brings us down here to the Azores and beyond laddies. Ah yes it is not like the old days when men among the Greeks and the Romans rowed across great oceans and hugged the coastlines of the Shetlands and Orkneys and Faroes and Iceland and Greenland and Newfoundland to arrive at a new world of New India. We are making landfall in the Azores where all the locals speak some kind of obscure lingo. Like the lunatic marshall Ney that fights for Napoleon and is out here somewhere sowing confusion in young minds and despair in young bodies, it is time to locate this nasty little brood of vipers among the crowmac napoleon and his French hedonist sailors, sowing dark disease among innocent local populations like la malaise corbeille and generally wrecking the peace again.