Ramsay was standing on the upper deck of a random English trading ship, he didn’t care to learn its name. He was watching as his men got the English crew on their knees while his quartermaster took stock of what the ship had on board. He was gearing up for the regular speech- join my crew renounce the king and Britain, die, or be stranded. His own ship was hooked to this one, with gangplanks at the ready to move over the spoils.