Damn me if we don't have a second hand ship salesman in the house.

When we want to own one we'll bloody we'll let you know.

Me too BB.
Perhaps we should stay aboard and let ES cavort? :p

For God's sake don't encourage him :eek: It's the same every Twelfth of July, he runs amok with my Lambeg drums and with the drink in him he even scares me :chuckle:

Hold fast Sir William, don't jump ship just yet, the old tub just wouldn't be the same without you and in that I am unanimous.

I am unanimis too.

BB we need a steady (steadish) hand on the tiller and can run with the minimum of guidance. If you hand over to Lord V I'm sleeping on deck.
Are there any pallets in the holds, I need a few for a wee BBQ on next Monday evening, all are invited.

Lets head for Brest. ES and Tmac should be happy there.
The Blind Piper Pub is one of many Irish pubs in Brest. It's located in the block southwest of the Liberté square. They serve their Kilkenny fresh, with the expected Irish pub ambience.

Océanopolis, ☏ +33 298 34 40 40. This giant aquarium has 3 thematic pavilions (polar, tropical and temperate) that offers a discovery of the world's oceans. Located at the Moulin Blanc port. edit
1 Brest Castle (Château de Brest), ☏ +33 298 22 12 39. The houses the Navy Museum, which has a collection of craft models, paintings and sculptures. Château de Brest (Q2633625) on Wikidata Château de Brest on Wikipedia edit
The Tanguy Tower [1], located near the Recouvrance bridge, houses a permanent exhibition on the history of the town.
Art gallery, 24 rue Traverse. Phone: +33 298 00 87 96.
The Vallon du Stang Alar houses a famous botanic garden and greenhouses.
Ateliers des Capucins, 25 Rue de Pontaniou. Les Ateliers des Capucins is the biggest covered public square in Europe. (updated Jan 2022 | edit)
Should keep us busy looking around eh.

Billy you forgot the Musée d'Nipples on the Rue D'Cleevage. Tel +33 678 0102

A grand place to linger after a few in the Blind Beggar.

Noted ES. will ring when we get there.

Cut-outs! single up to a brest slipper.
Ring down stand by min engines.

fore and aft thrusters to port. Let go the slipper!
Stop thrusters. slow ahead both. Keep her in the middle quartermaster.

Full ahead both. revs for 20 knots.

Irish ambience?

(And if I sew on those extra two rings you, E-S, won't be bloody sleeping until bloody well tell you to and that goes for the rest of you. If you want cushy keep Sir W. If you want the old girl to make-a-da-profit with the field days that go with that then let him go)

I've doctored his passport so immigration won't let him off but he might manage it by presenting his discharge book if he brought it with him. I'll be in me workshop inventing the combined AIS/LRIT ankle tag.

Ah the old LRIT raises its ugly head again, even the LRIT people know fcuk nothing about it. Do educate us Master V.

we still have the older version down in the Brig. still got its Chain attached to the Iron ball.

Tmac used it beat the local Scouts at Conkers.

LRIT. A formerly straightforward application of Inmarsat C used to report one's position to one's managing kremlin entirely screwed up by IMO. IMHO 'conformance testing', when the application became mandatory and the report also submitted to vessel's flag state, centred around the cost of the airtime to which Flag would be committed and therefore obsessed with avoiding the unnecessary 'restarting' messages (which owners using the application with excellent service providers such as Purplefinder, had been swallowing for some years).

If I sound jaundiced it is because the industry that sprung up around it becoming mandatory was bent on sweeping all the morons available into their employment.

(However, if one did have a defaulting client one could - here I conjecture only you must understand - leave in place the DNID on their vessel's CSat when it leaves management. Then the defaulting client may be surprised should his vessel call at a port where the Admiralty Marshall's writ runs well to find her position has been reported to creditors on a daily basis. No one would ever, ever, do this though would they?)

AIS. A system that would have allowed Capt. Smith to view a suitably equipped vessel which might otherwise have been hidden by floating ice.

A concise and informative explanation. It is a rare gift you have Mr V.

I'll have you know my Electrical officer is man of many skilled talents.
any problems a knock on his cabin door with a bottle of vintage port and Mr Varley will fix it for you.

Tawny.

Whomsoever taketh only vintage hath given an hostage unto prosperity.

(After Bacon - Francis, not streaky)

Hmmmm...Tawny flavoured Bacon. now theres a thought. Must have a word with chief cook.

Wasn't dear old Nelson brought back to Blighty in a barrel of Tawney? He was indeed. Rather undignified but probably the only way in 1806. And in anyways I've a soft spot for the Admiral after all every year I'm invited to tuck into a Baron of Beef to celebrate him giving Boney a bloody nose. Hip - Hip.............

What is a Brest Slipper?
Ought we have one?
Did Captain Smollett have one?
Are they digital and can V fix them?
Are they sturdy bits of kit or can YM break them?
I have a vague feeling they can encourage smuttiness, I do hope so.
Please inform.

Sounds French to me..
or was it all Greek?

I think that was Spanish Brandy (he can't have had a square inch of varnish left on him by the time they got him out). I don't think Duncan would have entertained with port but his unfortunate junior intended to do so. The pipe of port he had cellared away for the celebration of the French defeat (another French defeat) has, not that long ago, been brought to the market. None if it was French except the musket ball, isn't the Greek stuff Ouzo?

The last rope to let go of. Its usually around amidships area, the bight is passed ashore, round a bollard and back to the ship. simply let the bight slip overboard then haul it back in and the ship is free to get under way. No need for a berthing master, stevadore or dockers.

Hence when "Spirits up" is piped the Rum Bosun dishes out a Tot of Nelsons Blood.

How terribly nautical. Sounds like a Bank Line wheez to save money. Do youse deck chaps still dip your hawsers?

Dip his hawser? Not a bit, he's a married man. Like Caruthers, nothing wrong with Sir William.

(And look how you've agitated the plasticos at the mention. I've had to take several in hand else it'll be sandwiches for dinner).

Tanoy: Brest fine on the Starboard bow! (no not that kind ES...the Port! Oh no here comes David now requesting a Bottle of Tawny)
Cut outs stand by for Docking. Pilot on his way out to meet us.