Fighting the Spanish on the Renown

Call all hands, speak to quarters. Turn out the hands, turn by this tab of battery. One broad side into an interview, please, Captain Bush. Pointless on target, Vince top really. Fire! Fire! Oh, Michael Redgrave, I see as far as to his indomitable man of the sea, a ratio horn blower.

It was unmistakably in the air for all of us, officers and men alike. the new year of 1802 dawned with a brighter promise even there in the West Indies far

from home. They've taken two Spanish fortresses, destroyed a nest of privateers and gained security for future convoys making use of the Mona passage. Now, wonder my new friend Bush, now second-end command of the renowned, stood grinning to himself there on the portadec as he applied his eye to the ship's telescope.

Morning, Miss Wush. Happy New Year. Surely I'm right. This is New Year's Day, despite the temperature. Happy New Year's usual. I hope we both deserve it. You look happy enough what you trained on. Here.

On the sea. Sitting forth here at the harbour, Laka. Our party is leaving there. Oops, putting off from the landing right now. Yes. There'll be some fireworks any moment then. Oh, not till they've got a little father off.

Tell me. Does Captain Buckham seem at all elated to you, Bush? Particularly. No, well to me it's strange isn't it? Three prize ships lying off our stern that go with us to Jamaica. Five hundred pounds prize money for our good captain.

The gentlemen who knows the hands are pleased enough with the five shillings they ought to hold. Perhaps he's only thinking of the force private year we had to sing. I don't suppose I'll ever understand that man.