(SA) Prisoner

The Night Run Evans takes us back 400 years for his story of the prisoner. Vog so sick we can't see the bow, Captain.

It should clear when we round us, shouldn't it? Perhaps before. Does a fear please come up from the list? You can tell the boy to stop bringing the bell, Mr. Hughes. There'll be few ships to warn in these waters this time of the year.

Bye. Vegan! You can stand down! Oh, we're coming out of the fog bank now, Mr. Hughes. Until the boson to... What's the matter, Captain? Take a look, man. Ahead, and on both sides of us.

How are you? How many can you count? Look out! Too many attempts, sir! Golly's! Every one of them! Spiny of Zolby bound. Yes, Mr. Mate, you'll be bound. It's the Spanish Armada we've heard rumors of.

And we've sailed right into the middle! All end stations! Without the guards! The radio commercial comes to you with a courtesy of the Springbark Radio Preservation Society of South Africa.

Someday you own it, Someday you own it, sooner or later you long generals. Someday you loan general time. The closing in on all sides, Captain. I've got eyes, Mr. Hughes.

They're impatient to take us, I see. Hey, only we had the speed and wind to turn about and give warning. See the soldiers on the dicks? Hacked like wist and he slavers. I'd say they're bound for Plymouth to butler fleet in the sound.

Hey, there's going to be a great battle soon. Meanwhile, we must look to our own. And the shots going too high. That's a purpose to use. Their tall galleys built for the Mediterranean. Our ships are low in the water.