*He finishes his pipe and coffee, he walks down from the fore castle and towards a group of gunners. They were gathered in a circle passing a bottle of rum back and forth. Grabbing the bottle from one of the sailors, he tilts his head back and takes a long drink. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve he passes the bottle.*
That French ship ad some beauties fer guns, to bad dey donna what a do wit um.
* A roar of laughter breaks out. He continues to make jokes about the French’s inadequacy as gunners and their sailing incompetence. Attempting to lighten the mood of the situation, as some of the gunners were nervous as to having a man of war following us.*