Whoosh

Whoosh - ye gads shipmates, that canon ball came right over our heads and smashed through the mainsail. Ahoy there shipmates. We have just been swung round aft by a lean corvette of the French and she is headed out to sea west of the Fiji Islands. Must have been hiding somewhere. The Galapagos Islands maybe. Anyway it is off we go and all sails to the rigging. All hands on deck. Sound the drum. Musketeers in the crow's nest. But my word the Fiji Islands were shocking quiet me hearties. Not a soul in sight apart from the cannibals. The French have done a deal with the natives methinks and are making off the supplies which they have probably bought by selling their prisoners to the polynesians. Despicable lot the frenchies. Always opportunistic and flogging our boys for a mess of pottage. Our english boys don't have a chance in these hotblood markets. They will be supper tonight on the beach. How can we rescue these poor boys? Zat is ze question. Sacre bleu et mon Dieu.