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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

H.M.S. Titan Uranus

The HMS Titan Uranus, the dominant power of the British Crown in the new world is commanded by Rear Admiral Philip McCavity. A grand vessel to say the least, filled with the finniest British seamen in the Caribbean has done her best to bring taxable goods safely to port. This fifty-two gun, fourth rate ship of the line to most navies, has dominated the sea-lanes east of Hispaniola and makes birth at Port Manteau a prominent English stronghold in the West Indies.
Nothing makes a scalawag clinch up like the sound of a bow cannon shot across his Poop deck and the cry of "TITAN URANUS OFF OUR STERN!" quoted a beaming midshipman of the Royal navy.


Small Craft advisory.


Nothing quite says British Naval Superiority like the prowl carving of a preening cherub clutching the Ensign of St. George's Cross.