Shiver me timbers shipmates

Ahoy there shipmates. Well we have got a good run all the way up the Australian coast and we are in hot pursuit of one of the last of the franglais corvettes, a lean mean little number called the SS le Riviere Hudson, some name that alludes to the 7 year French-Indo Wars in Canada I am told, but this one is camouflaged heavily in a light gray deck paint, which is newer than the usual black bitumen one gets on franglais ships, and served by its very foolishly devoted young capitaine Capt Stefane le Midget Catamite who is a franglais, an englishman gone over to the French scivvies of the tyrant Napoleon, and who therefore merits the ultimate penalty  for betraying his country and his sovereign to the mad republic of potty little corporal Napoleon and his lunatic general Marshall le Ney. Je touche. Yes the ultimate penalty because these young boys that love the puritannical black and white and no colours of Nappy's Republic forget that the duty to serve one's own country is a solemn one imposed by God, king harry, and St George. They just cannot just slide off to some retard puritannical guillotine banana ridden republic where everyone is as bald and naked as coots and serve revolution that never ends in the usual bloodbaths of guillotine mad Napoleon. It is an Aztec culture in which they all dine out on others in the French naval colleges of La Rochelle, wherein no building of their own career seemingly occurs without the demolition of other innocent careers, but it is a pitiless one and one devoid of all human compassion for the souls of the ordinary man as well as of the rich and the petty bourgeoisie. A sad day for the king, and a black day for us.