Guerrilla Action

Speak to quarters! One broad side into it, please, Captain Bush. Pointless on target! Vince, stop, Freddy! Presenting Michael Redgrave, I see as far as to his indomitable man of the sea, Horatio Hornblower.

I can still look back on that period of my life with pride and satisfaction. I have been given three days in which to do as much damage as possible before rendezvousing

with the flagship and the colligula, and in 24 hours I had captured a French brig laden with military supplies, destroyed heavy batteries at Lancer, and taken seven small craft, and cut out and taken a French ship under the guns of the Port-Thorn-Dres batteries. The coast was in confusion, and I was at least a thousand pounds of Richard in prize money.

But I hope to do much more yet in the remaining time. The question was, how? You said for me, sir? Ah, Brown. Goodness, Wind-Brown. Swim? Well, I guess. Good. Well, I want a crew for the barge.

Everyone a good swimmer and every man of volunteer. Ah, he's a... A little volunteer. A marquee brown. This is for dangerous service. I want true volunteers. None of your press came here. Oh, I say, yeah.

Are you going, sir? Yes. It'd be hard to pick them, sir. They all want to go. Well, I'll leave it to you. Yes, you were cutless to each man and a packet of combustor. Ah, I say, come, come, come.

Come, what? Some busibles. Flint and steel. A couple of portfires, oily rags, and a bit of slow-match. All in an oil-skin packet. And a land yet to carry them if we swim. Yes, get your crew ready immediately.