bush musketeer
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Pacing the poop deck of his proud vessel, Lord Nelson looked up at a lad high in the rigging and called, 'Keep a keen eye out for spanish sail, m'lad.
For today i feel like a fight.'
Soon the boy cried, 'Sir, ten spanish sail on the starboard bow.'
Nelson turned to his first officer. 'lieutenant, bring me my red coat. if i'm wounded the blood shall not show. Better for morale.'
Just then the boy in the rigging cried, 'twenty spanish sail on the port bow.'
Nelson said, 'lieutenant, whilst you're getting my red coat, would you also be kind enough to bring me my brown breeches.'
For today i feel like a fight.'
Soon the boy cried, 'Sir, ten spanish sail on the starboard bow.'
Nelson turned to his first officer. 'lieutenant, bring me my red coat. if i'm wounded the blood shall not show. Better for morale.'
Just then the boy in the rigging cried, 'twenty spanish sail on the port bow.'
Nelson said, 'lieutenant, whilst you're getting my red coat, would you also be kind enough to bring me my brown breeches.'