Victory sat at a small table with her Admiral, but despite the syrup from Canada and the pancakes made of flour from Amsterdam, she felt uneasy. Victory, being the current largest ship in the British Navy, is a prime target for anyone who would be brave enough to shoot at her, and she felt like a sitting duck, a sitting duck with 104 guns but a sitting duck nonetheless "Cap-... I mean, Lord-Admiral, don't you think we should at least have some sort of caution?" Victory said, moving in a little closer, causing her largeness to wobble a good bit "We're halfway through Spain and there hasn't been a single French ship, don't you think those frogs are up to something?"