Chasing the Blanche Fleur

Call all hands, speak to quarters. For the gods, stand by this time of the day. One broad side in order to please Captain Bush. Pointless on target, pinch tough ready. I'm Michael Redblaze, I've seen as far as to his indominable man of the sea, for race he all horned by.

With our lifeline of supply, bent by the tears, raiding our traitors, there must be white dust. One of these, the Blanche Fleur, had already caused much damage and I was allowed to crack her down.

She'd been reported entering the Baltic only a day or so ahead of us. Ask what room had seen no action since we'd had to shoot our way in through the straights a few days earlier.

The officers and then at the none such for growing restless, but one morning there was a sudden hail from the masthead. Oh, oh Blanche, a failed! Maybe the Blanche saw! Oh, how do you say it?

That's Prince Corvet. If it's the Blanche Fleur, we're in luck. I'll probably have to give me the glass, if you please Captain Bush. Hi, I said. Can you see her, sir? Oh, it's a confounded part.

Yes. Yes, I can just make out her topsles. Is she a 20-gomer? Corvet. She's not far off. It's hard to tell, though, in this list. Whoever she is, she's coming straight for us. Call all hands and man the guns, please, Captain.

Hi, I said, all hands on deck. Oh! Run out the guns and stand by. Run out the guns and stand by! Yes, she's tacking. Kaiser is on the port tack, bearing east by north-out east.

Trying to get away. Must be a Frenchman now. Set all sail, Captain Bush, we believe. Aye, aye, aye. Set all sail, loose the royals. And also, of course, two points to the starboard, Captain. We'll intercept her.