Ahoy there me hearties

Ahoy there me hearties, 'tis a devilish winter that is blowing onto our keels this winter's tale of a day, why 'tis almost a twelfth night and the count himself struggling with the square rigging. Splice the mainbrace shipmates for this is goin' to be a hard fight to the end. We have to get this ship seaworthy and out of the shallows around the treacherous Needles, off the Isle of Wight, and the French to worry about, staring down our very throats. Ay ay captains of the line, 'tis not an easy thing we do today. A day that might yet live long in infamy if the French squadrons catch us out of Cornwall. And yet the Royal Navy limps on to fight another day, much holed by French gunneries. Whatever a French captain might want throw at us off the Needles, we must away today during high tide. The French needle ship, the SS Macormack is still there haunting the coast, running up and down, espying our naval schools, targeting our youthful blonde and blue-eyed sixth formers, just beyond the guns of the men of Falmouth, wittering about, over and over again, and worrying our coastal defences, and troubling our young boys in the sea cadets who have to man our martello towers. Yeah the napoleonics are a dastardly and mutley crowd to deal with.