Nope

Nope there shipmates, the HMS Repulse has gone her way, so am now relegated on board the Sovereign, and we are hot on the heels of one of the great warships of the Napoleonic Fleet, the Roi du Soleil, captained by a dour and dubious frenchman called captain Janus de MacDonald, a name which means two-faced, a Scot drafted in to the enemy fleet at the last minute. He is assisted by his own able bodied seaman, chief petty officer, Jean-Luc de Sherrington. And these repair back and forth to Fleet headquarters at Biarritz where life is always wine, women, and song for the french captains and their naval officers. Cabin boys beware. A partying lot the venerable french crews on the Sovereign and they never miss an opportunity such as when their big Bastille Day comes round on the 1st December each year. Not that they celebrate it properly or with due regard for Marie Antoinette la comtesse di Albany and Brione de Bosey comte de Taunton who did go to the guillotine in a queste for dignity. A dreadful lot keen on hacking young innocent women to death in ecstasy driven parties.