Once ahoy

Once upon a time we would have followed the Greeks and Romans and Vikings sailed around the Atlantic to the North via the Orkneys and the Faroes, and then via the major land masses of Iceland and Greenland, but with sail we have to follow certain prevailing winds and the like. So here we are not far from the Azores and making a landfall tonight. Here we are a bit too close to some of the big Spanish guns such as the SSS Reale Madrid and the SSS Escorial, two big warships of the Spanish line out of Cadiz. Captained these tow by seasoned veterans of the Burgos and Castile families. There are a few Irish quisling sailors with the fleets of Napoleon, all given over to drinking and playing the wild rover on the piano with the old boy, and a surprising number of Austrian turncoats too after the Battle of Austerlitz. Napoleon's Iberian campaign is not quite the success he had hoped as many ordinary folk in Spain seem to like our Wellington. Wellington is good to the villagers and folk in the countryside, unlike Napoleon who as a socialist revels in the ratty lattrino like sewers of euro-cities. Like a slab of the runny konigin cheese Stinking Bishop so too their Napoleon.