Admiral Seymour issued a string of orders and looked around when Jack arrived.
“Windrush. I can’t order you, as I have no authority over the army, but I am hoping you will volunteer for a hazardous operation.”
I didn’t think you were going to invite me to a cocktail party. “What do you wish, sir?” Jack saw Hook standing beside Captain Molyneux, nodding encouragement.
I didn’t think you were going to invite me to a cocktail party. “I’m sending a shore party to Fort Mex to destroy whatever guns we have not blown up,” Seymour said. “We’ve forced away the artillerymen, but they’ll return the minute my squadron withdraws. I have three army officers in the fleet, you, Major Tulloch of the Welsh who is our official liaison officer, and Lieutenant Kitchener of the Engineers. I wish to send you
