Shivver me timbers laddies

Ooh it's a cold night out here on the high seas laddies and me hearties, out on the big waves of the big seas north of Micronesia as we head away from the Dak tribes of Borneo. Ah yes, there's lots of things that a sailor in the crow's nest sees at night time. Leviathans we used to call them, these dinosaurs or plesiosaurs or sea monsters whatever ye like. Great big things stirring the depths of a man with fear. And only at night will these babies surface. So only a sailor on duty at nightwatch on the crow's nest will see these things. And only in moonlight. A bit like the old French monster the SS Roi du Soleil captained by that raucous oaf Capt Jean-Luc de Hadden of Haddenham, a traitor. By all definitions of treason this was a bad-un, as he slipped out of the Naval College by Greenwich Harbour, slithered down the quayside, and passed into the sea and across to Napoleon near Charleroi by Belgium. Treason is still on the older statute books, whatever they say in prior Moscovite Wootton & Cork, but at end of day it is not about the burning down of naval dockyards or the lynching of an innocent, or the wearing of swords in chains, but about fighting in the armies of the enemies of the king, a once and a future king. Shivver me timbers lads, 'tis shocking lonely on this crow's nest.