Admiral Bertie, Pullings, Keating, Clonfert and McAdam, and everyone else!

McAdam sat on the side of the bed, weeping now, his fury gone with his shouting; and between his sobs he said, "It was the cheering that woke him. What are they cheering for? says he, and I said the French have surrendered. Aubrey will be here and you shall have your Nereide ( Read more... )

So basically anyone who isn't Jack or Stephen.

"Now, gentlemen," said the Commodore, when they were all assembled, "when can your ships proceed to sea?" 
If it were not for Pym's vile newfangled iron tanks, the Sirius could be ready in a couple of days: if it had not been for the yard's incomprehensible delay over the long-promised iron horse, the ( Read more... )