He’d be on his HMS Victory. Slurping on his fine tea cup he got off Qing. Slurping it Poshly as he wore his Tricorn hat and his Commanding uniform, at his captain room, as he’d put his Tea down on the table. He’d stare down at his naval map.

brit: “I guess it’s time for HMS Victory to shine in a few hours!” He’d Snicker as his ship gently rocked back and fourth of the smooth ocean.