Ahoy there mateys

Well shiver the old timbers on these sleepers and creaking old oak beams - there is much of this old warship built it must be said of Sherwood Oak if not Scottish oak, something we have long borrowed since the time of Henry VIII - he was good for something after all surprise surprise. But anyway me hearties, here we are out on the broad blue Atlantic today and not a sail in sight as we head away from the Azores, where we put paid to 2 tired old tugs, the SS Boiling Burco and his sister ship the SS Mild Whodunnit - a right pair of french corvettes and once again preyers on the lesser boats and civilian ships of the old lines of the White Star trajectories. Here the Warspite leans into the wind today without too much damage except to the poop deck and the petty officer sleeping cabin - a couple of cabin boys knocked off their feet called Noah and Nick. Two old frenchie tug boats thrown out, spat out, kicked out to work on the high seas by a very bad moody Napoleon after his bloodied nose and temporary defeat at Quatre Bras at the hands of the gallant grenadiers of old London town - now time for some highlander work at La Haye Sainte methinks. HMS Venerabile alongside, but everybody knows she is a false card and a double dealer of a ship - said to be an old hand from the time of Queen Anne and pursuing Louis XIV's flagship Le Louvre, but the Venerabile is a double - always two faced. No truths no flags.