Ahoy there lads in the Capricorns

Ah lads tis but a day and hike from the old Mount St Michael of Cornwall, a long ways back to those clement sweet green shores of the old islands, but the search must go on, some old warbanger of an old fighting ship called the Temeraire Hudson, still putting out for a fight that she cannot really win. No stomach for the long campaign see, and no real stamina for the long shot back home to some port in France. All these New France battlewaggons of old steamers are a bit before their time - very smokey and very dirty - if truth be told to an audience of the French Franglais in their chateaux. Vive l'empereur! the old Hudson and his petty officer Haddon will cry as they wave their tricorn hats, but truth is me hearties is that the old boyo Napoleon will not lose any sleep for such hard cases, too brave and too fast for their own good. Napoleon is a conservative, a coward in the real battles, who will simply slide home every evening for honey and tea, and his usual secret Remy Martin.