Ahoy there

Here we are taking soundings from the old plumbline as we approach canadian waters me hearties, me lads, me old herrings, me old soused scads. Not canada as such of course ye will understand - this is New Scotland but there are some Frenchies and bald hurons around, like the shipmates on the HMS Venerabile over yonder, if that is a real Royal Enseign they is flying. Bald as bats, deaf as coots. Terrible predicament. Lost their captain overboard, Capt Bryant, in a river-fight with the local indian innuit eskimo natives. Buried at sea - presumed dead. Vicar on board conducted the service. Venerabile distraught - like they knew the guy, like the married the chief petty officer or somat. Or somat. Up the hudson river now - sailed away maybe.