Ahoy there

Ah shiver me timbers lads, there's always some big brute out there, waiting for Royal Navy ships of the line, and I am heading to Scotland to see if I can rendez-vous with an old brig and its sea-dog captain, the young Capt Vincenzo and his team of petty officers. Oh yass, nothing to worry about except getting up there this summer, and the occasional French cruiser corvette, like the SS Brest and her sister ship the SS Westmonster, captained by those two skull and crossbone maniacs Capt Vincente le Terrible and his trusty steed Capt Dominique la Sterne-Liverpool. A right pair of sassy tarts of ships, but devilish on the Scottish run to oblivion.

And lo and behold

Ahoy there shipmates. Twas a real creepy night out there on the old sandbanks and fogs of the Solent, when we passed out into the Channel and found our way across to the Straits of Brittany, but there she was, loomed right out of the fog, all eerie and terrible to behold - a terrible beauty borne from old German naval yards - The USS Dusseldorf. A cruel captain beating and whipping his boys and his men for the sheer sake of it all, till they submitted to his iron will. The old Captain Fritz Dollinger was no softie, no dandy, and no gentleman's pleasure. Alas for his men and his gunnery.

Shinny up the rigging laddie

Ahoy there laddies and lassies. It's a good fast run down the coast of Africa, and there not long ago south of the old Tristan, we all caught sight  like ain a dream laddies of the finest sea-going vessel in the fleet of her majesty, the HMS Royale Venerabile - a beautous ship if ever I laid me eyes on a beaut. A Bute. Even more elegant than the HMS Anima. Ah now lads, there ain't no ship of the line like the Venerabile - she is a beautiful warship with 3 decks of big guns all down both sides. What we would all give to fly those lovely colours, that union jack to be sure to be sure, but also the little yellow borgia enseign out back. Ahoy there lassies - I would do anything for love lassies, but I wouldn't do that. Nope lassies, I won't be doing that lovely graceful ship of the line. And there ain't a better captain me hearties than chief captain Vincent de Cleves, a friend of Lady Hamilton, and his able assistant Count Niccolo di Monserrato, where those fine shipmen, the black Irish hail from.