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This POST is Part 1 of 4 posts. Parts 2 & 3 to follow in a few days are the two ideas [FACS] & [FCC] which are independent from each other. They can actually work together providing a rare synergy when 1 + 1 = 3. Both topics can get deep with many tangent routes leading into back and forth of endless micro arguments. This then losing the readers attention on the synergy exploit.

The concept of using a short story to explain with a roleplay example how this might work. This Part1 is that explanation of the two ideas. Out of Game context to drive in-game content would be the one above all else key to NA-OWs explosion in growth. The [FCC] would be part of this concept. The [FACS] idea is new type of Skill Book aimed more at Senior players, but also how the mods systems can work in a much more realistic and rounded way. 

The Pt4 idea is this short story chapter reference list. Then @admin can visually see how deep the plot gets in just this small scribble. This in turn could be used to give inspiration for templated story arc ideas. It proves there is enough wealth of content to build [FCC] into a great product. Helping with overall player retention.

 

Or it’s just a nice little piece of fiction. All set within Naval Action [PvP Caribbean] to be enjoyed with a glass of French red. Following an ordinary man who’s had an extraordinary career over a couple days in the Caribbean.

Tell me if you think its rubbish, or if you can do better likewise...

 

Norfolk nChance [ELITE] 

Ps at times you may think you recognize a character or two, this is purely coincidental.

 

 

The Old Admiral & the Sea...

 

 

I                     Midwatch Two Bells, HMS Indefatigable

II                    Midwatch Five Bells, Flag

III                  The Great Cabin HMS Victory

IV                  Midwatch Six Bells, Battle Plan

V                    Ready Room

VI                  Morning Watch, One Bell, Quarter Deck HMS Victory  

Epilogue - Kingston/Port Royal

 

 

 

 

 

I – Midwatch Two Bells, HMS Indefatigable

 

 

 

To,

 

Great Britain [Western Fleet]:

 

Fleet Admiral Norfolk nNimitz [ELITE] [Western Fleet]

 

Vice Admiral Admin – Van Squadron

 

Lt-Admiral Ink – Centre Squadron

 

Rear Admiral Hethwill – Rear Squadron

 

 

Position, fleet rendezvous 1.00am 17th September in the year of our Lord 1808. South East of Port Morant, Jamaica. Latitude 17.403, Longitude -75.984 From the shallow atolls Travel 40 miles due East 17.386, -75.357    STOP.

 

Expect a second dispatch of orders from an [EDARK] asset on arrival or via Vice Admiral James Dacres Commander-in-Chief. Jamaica Station.

 

 

 Good Luck, and fair Seas my Captains,

 

 

Great Britain Admiral of the Fleet Sir Peter Parker, 1st Baronet

 

 

 

Fleet Admiral Norfolk nNimitz or Fleet as a more popular nickname he’s known by, returned the dispatch letter to his satchel. Poured himself another large glass of French red, feeling for his Hunter-Case Silver Pocket watch lodged in his waist coat. It’s started early this time, the first minor handshakes and tremors of anxiety, pre-battle proving that the old man is not dead yet.

He closed the Silver lid, now 1.15am darkening his mood as the minutes rolled by... where the hell is he?  The heavy monsoon downpour could be heard outside rattling at the windows in pitch darkness on a moonless night. He wasn’t accustomed to the cramped cabin either, fidgeting and mumbling to himself...

You’re an old dog Fleet, you’re getting slow and fat... praying he turns up and doesn’t let you down. Fear never griped you before battle this much... he’ll be here by God or be damned

Why do I place so much faith in just one Captain...?

It’s because he irritates and yet drives men the same way as that dear friend did... yelling at you running across the Quarter Deck of the San Nicholas and then onward....

“move your ass Norfolk! I’ll wager my one good eye for your trollop of a wife I’ll be on the San Jose before you, Sykes, Thomo or Cookie ... the “old Agamemnon’s” he used to call us. How did we live through and survive that day... Ha ha ha?

My old friend has been dead now almost three years... I never believed him to be immortal, not just Legend either...

 

My earlier inspection of the Rear Squadron and its mortar brigs, fast frigates and lead ship HMS Indefatigable impressed no end. After some old salt swallowed the anchor giving the new Rear Admiral Hethwill his promotion. The hard work and his dedication to the group shows. He normally runs a smaller division of five mixed frigates called The Western Frigate Squadron [WFS].

The [WFS] orders are to patrol and support. The role runs not only in the Caribbean, but also the mid-Atlantic due to their speed. Giving direct support to the Glorious First of June hero Fleet Admiral Richard Howe, 1st Earl Howe [Atlantic Fleet].

Howe gave the [WFS] their nickname “Wolf-Pack” and it stuck ever since after they spotted a French 74-Gun Droits de l’Homme with the then pack leader Pellew back in ‘97. Just two frigates started in range of the heavier gunned French line ship. By the end the rest of the pack had caught up. And well, a reputation was born.

Two firm loud knocks on the cabin door broke Norfolk’s attention away from thoughts past and lifted his melancholiac sour mood.

“Enter...”

A sharp dark blue coat with white open facings, smart breeches with snow bright stockings marched towards his desk coming to an abrupt halt two paces from the Parisian furniture. The right hand sharp but not too fast raised without the palm showing in a perfect salute. The palm facing down, towards the shoulder. Forearm and hand a solid straight line. The golden epaulettes sat on the shoulders with just the one only silver star indicting it was Rear Admiral Hethwill Blue Flag.

It brought a proud adrenaline boost to Fleet. He rose from the captain’s chair, straightened his coat and returned the salute to the rank and then the man.

“Good Evening Admiral Norfolk nNimitz, I wish to report the arrival of the Van-Squadron. Also, Lt-Admiral Ink wishes to pay his respects and to inform that Centre-Squadron Crews are fully fed and most now resting.”

“Thank you Hethwill. Finally, they are here great news by God... Oh, and please call me Fleet...”

His mood lifted, the weight on his shoulders somewhat lighter. He collected the remaining papers and maps into his satchel. A spring in his step, energy flowing at the odds now in favor. And his fears of mortally recede for the time present.

“Hethwill you’ve impressed me with the state of readiness of Rear Squadron. It will be noted in my dispatches to Vice Admiral Dacres Commander-in-Chief. Jamaica Station ... Pellew left The Wolf-Pack in a safe pair of hands...”

“err- why err- thank you Adm... Fleet

With the wine drained, it was time to depart the Indef. Never over stay one’s welcome not matter what rank...

“Right, lets get this show on the road... Hethwill, call your XO and get my yacht ready to take me back to Flag...

...Send a note to Lt-Admiral Ink -Centre Squadron, with Complements from Fleet. Good work and at five bells bring your XO to Flag...

.... Then a second note to, Vice Admiral Admin -Van Squadron, with Complements from Fleet...

Is this a fcuking hint you want a pocket-watch for Christmas? I have a case of ‘97 French red Saint-Joseph that needs finishing. Full Square’s for all Van Crew’s and SPLICE THE MAIN BRACE complements of Fleet, pass this along to the men please. Then get them rested. Five bells to Flag and bring your XO...

...now, my Wolf-Pack Admiral you Sir same deal, Full Squares, Grog and resting. Bring your XO as well at five Bells... you got all that...?”

“Aye aye Fleet...” with another snappy salute, one step back. He turned on heel, and marched out the cabin. All I could hear after that was yelling of orders and 350 Englishmen clambering all over this fabulous fighting frigate...

 

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

II – Midwatch Five Bells, The Flag

 

The Bell rang out its chimes echoing across the now flat millpond in the middle of nowhere. The rain ceased bringing a welcoming fresh cool breeze instead of the normal oppressive Caribbean humidity. No moon with a still cloudy sky gave the darkness a total pitch-black tone. Visibility was impossible at distance with lanterns unlit hiding The Western Fleet from passing vessels.

On his Fleet Flag HMS Victory, a 1st Rate line ship, Norfolk closed the Silver lid and returned the instrument to his waistcoat 2:30am. Standing alone at the stern on the Poop deck looking out across his command. The tremors and handshakes returned, irritated he slammed in anger his fist on the oak wooden rail.

“God Damn and Blast... “

He failed to see the approaching Officer marching then an abrupt halt and with a crisp salute holding firm like a stone statue. A Startled Norfolk jumped back flustered and mildly embarrassed showing weakness. In the darkness and failing eye sight he couldn’t make out who the officer was. He adjusted, straighten his coat, stance and posture. Fleet returned the salute to the rank.

“Good Morning Fleet Admiral Norfolk nNimitz, I wish to report my arrival and duties as your XO on the Flag ship HMS Victory Western Fleet.”

“Dru...? Drufus Kent is that you...?”

He couldn’t contain his joy with a big smile Norfolk offered out is right hand. Drufus took it in a firm grip and a warm smile.

“How you doing Fleet...? its good to see you again...”

“You tell me [ELITE]’s most senior [XO] that reads minds and lectures Admirals...”

Both men laughed out loud and relaxed they chatted leaning on the oak rail out of all ear shot. A few years back after the Atlantic campaign of ’94, Admiralty realized the Western Fleet needed to support or reinforce the Howe led Atlantic Fleet.

The larger Western Fleet sub-Divisions like [ARMED][SLRN][VCO] or [CKA] where not flexible enough to break off Caribbean operations at a moment’s notice. What was needed was a smaller highly trained bespoke Division that could respond at short notice with effective ALPHA. Norfolk nNimitz was tasked, forming [ELITE] with Drufus Kent as an XO and just five Captains.

With success and growth capped at just 10 Captain’s the Division became a highly effective team taking on much larger Battle Rated fleets. They were soon allocated the newly formed land based amphibious light infantry Corps of the Royal Navy, not British Army controlled or funded. The Corps was called The Royal Marines [RM] and a small unit would sail onboard with each [ELITE] ship.

Norfolk nNimitz success with [ELITE] brought promotion but also a recall to Admiralty and new assignments to follow. Drufus remained and settled in as [XO] becoming the small Division’s backbone. He served and instructed, possibly lectured its leaders well including the current one. This niche focus and tight team bonding created a more Cult type status compared to her peers.

 

“How’s the kid doing...? I need to ask”

“He’s absolutely fine, a real Cult Clan Leader. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Fleet. He loves his Captains and crew and they him. Drilling home First Situational Awareness, then what’s the Ship Differentials and what’s my Forced Multiplier...? Just like you did back in ’95...”

“Good, good am glad. His mother God rest her soul would have been be proud... Right Dru, anything else to discuss before we go to my Day Cabin for the Operational Meeting?”

“Yes Sir, two things first all Squadron Leaders and their XOs are present. I instructed the Purser to open the Saint-Joseph and clear the main table... and secondly your younger Brother has also arrived. I introduced Norfolk nWay to the Officers but not who or what he does. I left him at your desk with his dispatches and papers.”

Both men adjusted their coats, straighten the posture saluted the rank. Then they walked together, Dru just slightly behind across the Poop and then the Quarter Deck to the Bow returning back towards the stern and cabins below.

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

III – The Great Cabin HMS Victory

Norfolk and Drufus walked into the Admiral’s day or Great Cabin. Immediately all talk stopped with six Officers stood to attention in their No.2 mess Dressed Uniforms. Dru peeled off and dropped into the Officers line. Norfolk busily shuffled with the satchel already part open headed towards the large mahogany table...

“At ease, at ease Gentleman. We’ve a lot to get through so wine, port and cheese at the back table feel free as and when. Let’s gather around the table and look at the first Maps now while I go have a quiet word with my dear brother...

... and remember the battle is always won before any Naval Action”

A spontaneous united chorus burst out in reply.... “Aye aye Fleet...”

 

See map 1 

 

Fleet greeted Norfolk nWay with a laugh and a hug at his desk. He was ten years the younger a Civilian dressed in a deep red coat and white undershirt. A tall man at 6’2 starting to show signs of greying hair a full dark beard with grey edges and a growing middle. A Fashionable man of business and commerce.

“Good morning, Nimmy. You look -err well you’ve aged since we last met. At Felicity’s funeral late, last year wasn’t it?”

“My little nWay, it looks like you’ve been living well and a man about town so I hear... Yes yes, it still burns me her passing. We agreed on our first day of marriage all them years ago, I would leave her a widow and a good Navy Captains pension... we agreed Brother, she broke her promise

...now what do you have for me?”

 

 

“The second dispatch from Dacres at the Jamaica Station, also my analysis report. Dacres agreed with my assessment and Parker in London gave it the go. He gave you the Go... Look Nimmy this is not going to be a walk in the park...”

Fleet raised his hand cutting off Norfolk nWay mid-sentence.

“I know, look we need to press on time is short. I’ll open the SitRep discussion explain who you are and give you the floor to start then I’ll take over. Remember some of these six men won’t be alive tomorrow and they know it. England expects like my friend said...

...and they’ll do it... So, let’s give these young Officers some respect in return. We give them all the information its not a need to know...”

Now it was nWay’s turn to hold his hands up, but more in defeat or surrender than anything else.

 

“Don’t you want to read the dispatch plan and my analysis report first?”

“My dear little Brother you’ve still much to learn, my mind is set and heart is strong. What more do I need? Come on let’s get some good wine drunk and tell me about your friend Richard Wellesley. What on earth is [EDARK] doing with the East India Company...?”

 

They walked to the back table. Filling their glasses with the Saint-Joseph nWay still shaking his head in comic disbelief.

“Nimmy how the hell in God’s name do you know about that? Look EIC pays just as well as Admiralty...”

Laughing Fleet walked to the head of center table now covered in charts and what nots.

 

“Gentlemen shall we get started...?”

Just then Admin handed him a full glass of red. God, the man can now read minds can’t tell the time, but reads minds. Is there no end to his talents? Admin stood arms folded with pride and a smirk in silence ready to watch Fleet perform once more. He’d known no other who could put on this magic show, that most outsiders don’t understand or realize its importance... Fleet Admiral Norfolk nNimitz raised his glass in the air

 

“For England, and God save King George...”

“The King...”  the loud rapturous reply came instantly back, and stamping of feet demanding more...

The men needed this more than I, making them brothers for the rest of their short lives that remain. He just had to play to the crowd feeling the love and emotion over whelming for them and the Navy bringing a tiny tear to his eye. He raised he glass once more...

 

“To my dear departed friend, and our Patent Bridge Race...”

“His old Agamemnon’s...”  a union of a firm loud somber tone filled the cabin. No stamping or laughing...

 

He slowly raised his glass one last time...

 

“Now to the last but by no means least, a Toast to our Wives and Sweethearts...” Another huge high-octane spontaneous chorus burst out “...and may they never meet...”

Still causing him to smile after all these years.  Admin, Ink and the rest laughing out loud...

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

IV – Midwatch Six Bells, The Battle Plan

“Admiral of the fleet Sir Peter Parker has given his approval for this operation. Look at the map and the right end of the red line is our current position. At the start of the Morning Watch the Western Fleet will sail North East heading to the lower right side of the French held PORT of Tiburon. We need to keep below the blue line...

...with our three squadrons we’ll attack the stationed Fleet and sink, burn or take a prize the 25 Indiaman-class trade ships docked there. The trade winds are moving North West, building strength pitching more toward North North West today and tomorrow. It’s a smash and grab we will not take the port just raise it to the ground...

...I’ll hand over the next section to Norfolk nWay to give a macro picture of our situation and what to expect there upon our arrival...”

Fleet Admiral Norfolk nNimitz was in his element feeling the adrenalin pump through his veins. He took a good swig from his glass his eye catching the grinning Admin. He knows Fleet’s ego well and that mind firing on all levels was a pleasure to see the Old Admiral work.

 

“First though, I think we owe you a debt for the courage you supply. So, it’s fitting you understand where and how we got this information. Admiralty realized sometime back that we needed more detailed information on local theatres of operations to reduce risk and increase the odds of success...

... my old friend always had with him aboard ship Rev Alexander Scott. He’d sneak him ashore and let him walk through the towns and villages gathering intelligence. This included talking to his Catholic clergy counterparts. Their vast next work carried back and forth information from the four corners of the Globe to Pope Pius VII in Rome. Admiralty needed to expand and exploit on this new concept. We are entering a new dimension in warfare Gentlemen...

 

... A Caribbean outpost of a British private company was setup called [EDARK] by Admiralty run by Norfolk nWay. This special operations sister Division to [ELITE] had a role to build intelligence solutions in all four corners of the Caribbean. Assets controlled by [EDARK] have now successfully placed within most major Nations...”

He knew his men might not like this new type of under handed warfare. Promising the whole story this needed to be told. He nodded to his brother stepping aside moving next to Admin to listen.

 

“Thank you, Fleet... We believe there is a high probability the true Creole Spanish local people, will try to retake the Colony of Santo Domingo the eastern half of the island. Timeline is immediate so one to three months. Spain is ripping itself apart with civil war and its rolling over now into the Caribbean...

...The France/Spain strong alliance is crumbler-ling. The French army was destroyed in Russia so Boney is low on resources and moral. France here in the Caribbean, is thinking the same...

...The intelligence reports started to show a re-trench movement from Macao to El Soco all the way back to Tiburon the Haiti part or the French West side. This over the last two months.

If we the Royal Navy successfully struck a main local French fleet and supply ships now it could cause havoc to Boney in the region. No doubt it would inspire the Spanish to up rise within Santo Domingo but also in local French Haiti with no Battleships or support the tinder box of a slave uprising here also is quite possible.

This one strike now could be the tipping point needed in the Caribbean with France unable to send support...”

See Map2

 

Norfolk nWay laid down a file with “for your eyes only...” stamped in red across the titled “New L’Ocean Unsinkable-class” on the table and turned with a quick nod to Nimmy giving him the floor...

Fleet, my I request the use of your ready room to shave and change before I depart on to my Brig...?”

“of course, my man just through that door there, the Purser will supply hot water etc...”

The tall bearded man with case in hand, and sporting his red jacket and top hat left the room without another word.

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

V – Ready Room

His clothes laid out neat on the chair and chez lounge with a quick wash as best as could be mustered. Taking out his short scissors he started to clip the full beard. Next the Ivory handle Switch Blade cut throat razer he sharpened on the Strop...

He started to get into character once more saying to himself... “carpe noctem, carpe noctem...”

Next door, Hethwell twisting and turning to read the file left by nWay with as much subtlety as Josephine’s infidelity.... “Admiral Hethwill, please hand me the big red leather book on the shelf behind thee before you do yourself a mischief...”

Hethwill looking along the bookshelf saw the large King James Bible size red book with the title “Fleet Commanders Companion [FCC] “emblazoned on the front and sides, the Bible also notably missing.

“Here you go Sir...”

“No boy, my eyes tire at this time. Go through the chapters find Ships and then the L’Ocean...”

The book was a Bible of sorts but more for the Captain than the God-fearing man of the age. Fleet Tactics, Ships, Campaigns and Battles to list just some of the chapters. He found ships then L’Ocean with a couple of pages of detailed information.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Océan-class_ship_of_the_line

http://www.navalactionwiki.com/index.php?title=L'Ocean

“Notice how she is named with the 74-Gun Temeraire-Class ship Gentlemen, similar to our own HMS Bellona. These two ships when combined together gain several more abilities. So be warned...”

“Hethwill, read the Norfolk nWay [EDARK] file out then add it to the FCC pages please for future reference...”

 

Finding one single page only he read it to himself first, New L’Ocean class build now even heavier with little roll. She doesn’t suffer leaks and can take more punishment than ever before. Venerable still the stern, needs Temeraire cover also. Attack recommends “Doubling” then boarding...

At Tiburon expect eight to ten L’Ocean-class with four Termerarire support.

He starts energetically to flick back and forth through the red book TACTICS, Battle Strategy, Tactical Fleet Command... looking searching for doubling... Ink about to speak but Fleet just raised his hand slightly subtle even just off the table. Stopping Ink’s protest and allowing the lads brain to work, search and think without speaking...

 

http://www.hnsa.org/resources/manuals-documents/age-of-sail/the-elements-and-practice-of-rigging-and-seamanship/

“I’ve got it, I think I know what’s needed Fleet...”

A laughing and a coo-ing from the old salts jeered the young Admiral along... “Come on then tell us Admiral Hethwill” Fleet receding the floor to the young Captain. The smiling but red-faced new Admiral walked to the center of the table.

“Ok, ok... OK we’ll have the wind NNW and Van-Squadron needs to drive up and at ‘em then just before contact pulls away North. This pulling the defense fleet with him (Admin) or at least the 74s. The Centre Squadron goes straight at them this time...

...Admiral Ink goes in and behind raking their main defensive line. HMS Victory stands off waiting to support either Van or Centre as needed. The three Mortar Brigs in my squadron knock out the towers and fort to aid Centre Squadron.

...The battlefield will tend to drift NW and away from the port with Admin and Ink “Doubling...” into the defensive line with some sterns showing to Centre squad...

...An Open wedge now forms between Defensive line and harbor thus allowing the Trade ships maybe to make a run for it. The wind though only allows for La Navasse or follow the battle ahead. My Wolf-Packs drop on the trade ships even though we are outnumbered the supply fleet don’t stand a chance...

...The continued Doubling on the L’Ocean and with the NNW driving them more towards shore or they can turn W into Admin but leave their sterns open for Ink... There fish in a Barrel Sir...”

“Well let’s say sharks with big teeth in a barrel, but very good Hethwell. Any questions...?”

With that one loud knock from the Ready Room door shifted everyone’s attention away from the table. “Enter...” said the Old Admiral

The 6’2 man now dressed in a black cowl hooded Priests robe with a white rope belt holding a Latin bible.  His hair tied back and beard now in a neat penciled goatee fashion placed him a European man of the cloth. Spanish or Italian looking...

The Officers stood a gash open mouthed at the transformation. Fleet closed in and took his brothers hand “Were to now my little Brother, it looks dangerous...?”

“Sale-Trou first then north to Saint-Marc maybe to cause chaos and mayhem hoping to inspire freedom in some of Gods children. You take care Nimmy these ships these L’Ocean’s....”

“I know brother, let Dru take you to your Brig and God’s speed...” Both men laughing as Dru walked the priest from the Cabin to his awaiting Brig.

Fleet slammed his hand down on the table looking directly at Ink...

“Never mind the maneuvers Ink, just go straight at ‘em. You clear?” the response so cold so clear “Straight to the gates of hell Fleet, Aye aye Sir.”

 

“...Whichever way they go Double or rake them to back to hell....”

Any other questions Gentlemen...?

 

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

VI – Morning Watch, One Bell, Quarter Deck HMS Victory

...He is Fleet...

He walked back and forth with Dru just behind. Sun just starting to rise. The ships all a sail moving towards battle. The men hard at work, sing a chant to help them along. The Officers ignore this as it keeps their minds focused and off what’s to come...

...We are Fleet...

Fleet looked confused trying to listen to the rhythmic beat

...His Ole Eggs N Bacon...

“Dru what are the men singing about...?

...He is Fleet...  ...We are Fleet... ... His Ole Eggs n Bacon...

 

“Sir, what do you mean?

“The men what are they singing about...”

Drufus Kent[ELITE] stood and laughed out loud in front of his old Admiral “I have no idea Admiral Norfolk Nimitz...” Lying through his teeth

...He is Fleet...

 

            ...We are Fleet...

 

                        ... His Ole Eggs n Bacon...

 

 

 

-o0o-

 

 

 

Epilogue - Kingston/Port Royal

Norfolk nChance walked down from his lodgings on the hillside towards town, his R&R nearly over. The view of the Carlisle Bay and the Kingston/Port Royal shipping channel always busy both day and night insight. The overnight downpour left the green flora and fauna with a lush cut grass smell.  

“Read all about...read all about it...”

His approach grew closer so too did the volume in chatter and more pungent smells any working harbor has.

“Read all about it... The Jeheil Times... read all about...”

Just coming onto the harbor front seeing witness to the drunk leaving the Red Lion in an argument. He continued his walk towards the Harbormasters Cabin.

 “British Success at the French PORT of Tiburon... Read all about it...”

He walked over to the kid stood on an upturned barrel with half a dozen broadsheets across his arm. Norfolk flick a coin into the cap on the floor which looked like business was doing well for the boy. He handed him a broadsheet... “Thank-yee Captain...”

 

 

Norfolk nChance froze to a chill on the stop as the headline jumped off the page at him...

British Success at the French Port of Tiburon comes with the loss of a fleet legend. The heavy cost of this Naval Action...

 

-o0o-

the end

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited by Norfolk nChance
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The story telling is definitely great despite the obvious liberty taken to place my fictional character at the grand fleet :)

If anything, I would be one of those commanders that would refuse promotion just to stay on frigates and risk less career glory but more prizes cash in.

Ok, going to part 2.

( thanks for the inspiration, need to restart my role stuff one of these days )

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