#topmast

[sw5w]

Anakin Accepts His Assignment

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:25:12

[asleepinawell]

if you did the omega: beyond the rift quests (the alpha quest chain you can do post endwalker in patch 6.15) how did you answer omega's question about which of the ancients was most justified in their actions?

[swimmingprincepizza]

След св.Валентинският следва мартенският дизайн, като си нарисувах пресукани червено-бели мартеници-панделки. Не личат много, но на мен ми харесват. И пак червена основа, този път, обаче в алено червено. За пръв път се лакирам я такова ярко червено. Като цяло, не харесвам червен маникюр, но, виж, за педикюрът е друго. Там предпочитам червената гама, с блясък, брокат, злато, сребро, но...в червено #ярък мартенски маникюр#педикюр#маникюр#море#почивка#topmaster#nailmaster#hobbynailmaster#gelpolish#naildesignmaster#beautymails#beautynaildesign#красивиНокти#геллак#хобиНокти#красивыеНогти#топМастер#дизайнГелЛак https://www.instagram.com/p/CpdMcwQMaRR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ltwilliammowett]

Memorial Brooch to Rear Admiral McKerlie, Died 12th Septr 1848. Aged 74 years, 1848

Rear Admiral John McKerlie (1774-1848) entered the Royal Navy as a volunteer in April 1794 having been at sea in the Atlantic and Baltic merchant service from a young age. Rated Able Seaman, he was sent from the receiving ship Royal William to join the elite frigate force based at Falmouth that cruised the Channel countering the activities of French commerce raiders. McKerlie was assigned to the frigate Arethusa (38) commanded by one of the most successful frigate captains of the day, Captain Sir Edward Pellew. 

In early 1795 McKerlie followed Pellew into the 44-gun heavy frigate Indefatigable with the rate of Quarter-Gunner. Owing to a sound Scottish education and his knowledge of the sea McKerlie was soon acting as Indefatigable’s schoolmaster instructing the other eighteen ‘young gentleman’ of the gunroom in the specifics of their profession, having himself been appointed a midshipman.  Throughout 1795 and 1796 he participated in the capture of the numerous French prizes which brought further fame and glory to Sir Edward Pellew. It was however early the next year that Indefatigable fought what is generally regarded as one of the boldest frigate actions of the French Revolutionary War.

On the dark and stormy night of 13 January 1797 the French 74 Droits de l’Homme was sighted off the Brittany coast. Pellew, recognizing that he was heavily outclassed, saw that the waves prevented his opponent from opening the lower gun ports and that the severe weather had caused the loss of the enemy’s topmasts. Seizing the initiative, Indefatigable closed followed by the frigate Amazon and raked the French ship of the line at every opportunity. The enemy replied with 4,000 canon balls over the next few hours until finally driven in to Audierne Bay irreparably damaged by British gunfire and the unabated gale. The sight of distant breakers however threatened the destruction of all three ships. Indefatigable, though with masts damaged and with four feet of water in her hold, alone just had time to alter course and escape.

For Pellew the action was a triumph, Lord Spencer at the Admiralty acknowledging that for two frigates to destroy a ship of the line was ‘an exploit which has not I believe ever before graced our naval Annals’. For McKerlie the action was a trauma, costing him his right arm and a severe wound to the thigh. McKerlie's sacrifice was deeply felt Sir Edward Pellew whom he followed to his subsequent command, the mutinous ship of the line Impetueux. While serving aboard the Impetueux, McKerlie participated in numerous boat actions during the Quiberon expedition in 1800, and was present during the planning of a proposed attack on Belleisle. Marshall’s Royal Naval Biography relates how McKerlie ‘…not having heard how he was to be employed, went up to Sir Edward, interrupted him in a conversation with Major-General Maitland, and asking what part he was to act in the event of a debarkation taking place? The answer was “McKerlie you have lost one hand already, and if you loose the other you will not have anything to wipe your backside with; you will remain on board with the first lieutenant and fight the ship as she is to engage an 8-gun battery.”’

The loss of an arm did little to impede McKerlie’s career. He was regarded as a talented surveyor and draftsman, working at onetime with the celebrated civil engineer Thomas Telford. He was also considered a first class shot. He received his lieutenant’s commission in 1804 and served in H.M.S. Spartiate at the Battle of Trafalgar on 21 October 1805. He was present in the capture of Flushing and the Walcheren expedition, and commanded a squadron of ships stationed off Heligoland; oversaw the defence and retreat from Cuxhaven; and was responsible for destroying enemy shipping on the Braak. 

Unable to get a command after 1813, McKerlie returned to his native Galloway where he married, Harriet, daughter of James Stewart of Cairnsmuir, had one daughter, Lillias (1821-1915), to either or both of whom the present brooch no doubt belonged. In a post service career McKerlie served as a local magistrate and operated commercial vessels from the port of Garlieston. After almost twenty years ashore, he made an unlikely returned to the Royal Navy as captain of the experimental frigate Vernon between 1834 and 1837. He was awarded a Pension for Wounds on 8 May 1816.

Despite the ever growing kudos that was accorded to Trafalgar veterans in the early  Victorian age, it is perhaps with greater pride that Admiral McKerlie recalled his service under Pellew (or Lord Exmouth, as he became); and in 1847 was one of only eight surviving veterans who had lived long enough to apply for the Naval General Service Medal with a clasp for the Droits de L’Homme engagement.  The following year, in 1848, he died at Corvisel House, Newton Stewart, at the age of seventy-three.

[mobydyke]

nothing a november rain and a hot cup of chowder and a warm bed with a cute boy and running away to the ocean and drinking heavily and singing shanties with strangers and standing at the topmast for hours looking for whales and making buckets of money and sitting in a circle squeezing sperm with your closest friends and finding and engaging in a multi-day thrilling chase after the beast that ate your captains leg and surviving the wreck and floating orphaned on the ocean for a few days can't fix

[aurpiment]

Stephen Maturin had little room to prate about timidity. In the relatively tranquil forenoon watch of the following day Captain Aubrey caused a crow's nest, in the whaler's manner, to be set up on the main topmast head, a crow's nest stuffed with straw, so that the lookout should not freeze to death. Dr Maturin having publicly expressed a wish to see farther to the south in case, on this clear day, ice might be visible, Jack, in the presence of his officers and several hands, invited him to take a view from this eminence: Stephen looked at the masts (the ship was rolling twenty-one degrees and pitching twelve) and blenched, but he lacked the moral courage to refuse and within minutes he was rising through the maze of rigging, rising on a double whip with several turns about his person and a look of contained horror on his face. Bonden and young Wedell steered him through the shrouds and backstays and their reinforcements, Jack preceded him by foot, and between them they got him safe into the nest.

'Now I come to think of it,' said Jack, who had meant no harm at all, 'I do not believe you have ever been aloft with the ship a little skittish. I hope it don't make you uneasy?'

'Not at all,' said Stephen, glancing over the edge at the absurdly distant white-streaked sea immediately below on the starboard roll and closing his eyes again. 'I like it of all things.'

17, The Wine-Dark Sea

This, after attempting to bully Jack to sail nearer an iceberg to see seals

[skepwith]

Yet More Parts of the Revenge for OFMD Fans

Part 3 of a series: Revenge Master Post.

Sail Names

The Revenge is a square-rigged ship with three masts: the foremast, the mainmast, and the mizzenmast. (The masts are further subdivided into three sections, each with its own name, but this shit is complicated enough already so we’re not going there.) The sails on each mast, from bottom to top, are:

Foremast: foresail, fore topsail, fore topgallant sail Mainmast: mainsail, main topsail, main topgallant sail Mizzenmast: spanker (yes, really), mizzen topsail Before the foremast: fore topmast staysail, jib

The spanker doesn’t follow the naming formula because rather than being square rigged, it’s fore-and-aft rigged, meaning it moves differently and is a different shape.

Sail Anatomy

Each square sail hangs from a horizontal spar (pole) called a yard. (This is what Roach jumps off during Jack’s game of “yardies.”) The ends of the yard are called the yardarms, as in “the sun’s over the yardarm” (time for a drink). The foot of the sail is secured with lines called sheets, as in “three sheets to the wind” (drunk).

Each yard has a specific name based on its location and function. So a sailor wouldn’t just say yard, they’d say main yard or fore topsail yard. This is true of every sail, line, and doohickey on a ship.

Unlike the square sails, the spanker doesn’t hang from a yard but from a gaff (specifically, the spanker gaff). Its foot is secured to another spar called a boom (the spanker boom).

The triangular sails at the bow of the vessel don’t have yards; they’re attached to lines called stays at the top (thus staysail) and to the bowsprit (or its extensions) at the front.

Fun With Sails

So now that we know what they’re called, what kinds of things can the crew do with them? Bearing in mind that the show’s canonical nautical orders are gibberish, here are some suggestions.

Setting Setting the sails means putting them into position to catch the wind and get the ship moving—that is, get it underway. Sailors climb up (go aloft) to the yards and spread out by standing on the footropes (though these ropes probably weren’t in use in the Revenge’s day). If the sail has been stowed (bundled up and tied to the yard), the crew needs to release the clewlines and buntlines to let the sail unfurl, after which they attach its bottom corners to the yard below by the sheets.

Furling The sails are usually furled (rolled or folded up) and stowed (tied to the yard) while the ship is moored, that is, tied to a wharf, quay, dock, or pier—in other words, not going anywhere.

Reefing Like furling, but only partway: to reef a sail is to fold up part of it to reduce the area exposed to the wind. This is done in strong winds to keep the ship stable. To shake out a reef is to release the sail to its full extent again.

Trimming When sailors trim a sail, they’re adjusting its angle to the wind for maximum efficiency. Yards can also be trimmed, by being moved horizontally around the mast or by tilting the yardarm up or down.

Heaving To To heave to is to stop the ship where it is, usually by backing some sails to counteract the rest. The past tense is hove to, as in “Upon seeing Blackbeard’s flag, the merchantman hove to and allowed itself to be boarded.”

Rigging

Ropes in storage are ropes; ropes in use are lines. Lines are tied into different knots for different uses—for example, a hitch is the knot used to tie a line to a fixed object, like a bollard (post).

The order to make [something] fast means to lash (tie) it securely. You can also lash something to something, as in “The hostages were lashed to the foremast.” The order to lash up and stow was a British Navy command to tie up the hammocks and stow them out of the way, usually in netting on the inside of the hull.

Each line has a specific name, like main sheet, fore shrouds, or mizzen topsail halyard. The number of different lines is truly staggering, so I’m only going to cover a few of them here. I’ve already mentioned the sails’ clewlines, buntlines, and sheets. To secure one of the lines after adjusting a sail is to belay the line. (Belay also means to disregard, as in “Belay that order!”)

A line that hoists (raises) something, like, say, a flag, is called a halyard. Cables are the thickest, heaviest lines—e.g., what the anchor is attached to—and may need to be moved using the capstan. (Though the anchor is never said to be hoisted; it’s weighed, despite what Frenchie says.)

Here, Jim is sanding in the shrouds. The shrouds are rows of vertical lines on either side of a mast. They serve to stabilize the mast, so they don’t move, which makes them standing rigging, as opposed to running rigging. Between the shrouds run horizontal lines called ratlines. Sailors use the ratlines as rungs to climb aloft.

Beyond the Revenge

When a ship’s not underway, it’s “parked” at an anchorage, which is any place a ship can anchor—usually a port or harbour, but it could be at sea or off an island.

When there’s a wharf, the ship can be moored, which usually means it’s tied to a short post (bollard) on the platform. Unmoored means untied, adrift—literally or metaphorically. Once the ship is moored, the gangplank is placed to allow the crew to walk ashore. If the ship needs major repairs, it is taken to the dockyard.

If the harbour’s too shallow for a ship to dock, its crew will make their way ashore in a smaller boat called a dinghy (or skiff or dory). These boats are kept on board the ship as lifeboats and to ferry supplies and people back and forth.

The dinghy’s rowers sit facing backwards (astern) to row their oars (not paddles), the flat part of which is called the blade. The benches they sit on are called thwarts, because they’re athwart (perpendicular to) the dinghy’s keel. When in use, the oars sit in notches in the gunwales called rowlocks (or oarlocks in Canada and the US).

If, let’s say, Fang decided to row out in a dinghy, he might take a break from rowing for a bit by resting on his oars. When he found a good fishing spot, he’d ship his oars—that is, take them out of the rowlocks and lay them inside the boat.

Zheng Yi Sao’s Red Flag is a type of ship called a junk. The junk is distinguished by its fully battened sails. Battens are strips of wood, usually bamboo, that were inserted into the sails as supports. These sails, whether fan-shaped or rectangular, were easier to handle in many ways, so a junk needed fewer crewpeople than a square-rigged ship like the Revenge.

Miscellaneous Sailing Lingo

Avast: Stede seems to use this to mean “Hey, I’m a pirate!,” but it’s actually an order to stop whatever you’re doing. I imagine Avast, ye! came to be associated with pirates because it’s what you’d say when boarding a ship: “Drop your weapons, everyone!” But that’s just my speculation.

Ahoy: word used to hail another vessel, as in “Boat ahoy!” or “Ahoy the Revenge!”

Fathom: how water depth was measured. A fathom is six feet down, or six feet of line. League: three nautical miles. A nautical mile was 6,080 feet. (For comparison, a regular mile is 5,280 feet.) Knot: a measure of speed equalling one nautical mile per hour. According to reddit, a ship that’s 150 feet long would have a top speed of about 16 knots.

Flotsam: debris or cargo left afloat after a shipwreck. Jetsam used to mean parts of a ship or its cargo that had been thrown overboard to lighten the load. The distinction was important for legal reasons to do with salvage rights; today they mean the same thing.

Lee: the side that is sheltered from the wind, whether speaking of a ship, land mass, or rock. Leeward and alee mean on or towards this side, away from the wind.

List: when a ship leans to one side, it’s listing Capsize: what a boat or ship does when it overturns in water Founder: to fill with water and sink (not to be confused with flounder, to flail around uselessly)

Pitch, Roll, and Yaw: these describe the motions of a ship. To pitch is to rock between bow and stern. To roll is to rock from side to side (starboard and port). To yaw is for the bow and stern to swivel back and forth.

That’s all, folks! Thanks to everyone who’s contributed to my knowledge by adding notes and comments to my posts. If you see any mistakes, please let me know!

Sources: Wikipedia, historicnavalfiction [dot] com, the OED

[atavist]

The Titanic of the Pacific: A tale of disaster, survival, and ghosts.

Issue no. 138 of The Atavist is now live:

Those onboard were stunned when none of the surviving women would get in the rafts. They believed that with ships in sight, rescue might be imminent. If it wasn’t, the women had little reason for hope. Many had watched their husbands and children die. They preferred to stay where they were. Some began to sing “Nearer, My God, to Thee,” a hymn that in just a few years would become famous for reportedly being the last song sung aboard the Titanic.

Men readied the rafts. The first group to leave consisted mainly of crew members, including chief cook Samuel Hancock. After clearing the ship around 10 a.m., the men rowed toward the distant vessel—only one seemed to remain—but then lost sight of it. Hancock knew there was a northerly current and told the men to keep the shoreline in sight.

Peter Peterson stood on the Valencia’s deck, watching as the topmast came crashing down and the hurricane deck finally caved in. It was now or never—the last raft needed to leave the ship. Captain Johnson tried to change the women’s minds. “This is the last chance,” he said. One replied, “We might just as well die on the ship as die on the raft.”

[goingtoweather]

Another little history essay about how death was handled on whale ships.

[sw5w]

Jedi High Council at Night

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:33:09

[keithbangkok]

Fore topmast staysail sheets of the bark, Statsraad Lehmkuhl. Watercolor, 12.25in. by 4in.

[rea-grimm]

 Proposal - Phoenix Ace

Ace loved you with all his heart and wanted to propose to you for a long time. However, he didn't want to do it just like that, because he wanted it to be something you wouldn't just forget and remember.

You were sailing the Grand Line and it was one of those rare calm days when there was a slight breeze, it was pleasantly warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

Additionally, you docked at a new island that looked like it was cut out of some view. And all these circumstances gave rise to the fact that Ace decided to carry out his plan.

During the day, you noticed how the crew members disappeared from the ship one by one. All of them had something planned on the island. Even those who stayed on the ship at all times went for a walk.

After all, you were on a new island after a long time and it was nice to feel solid ground under your feet again. You went to explore the area by yourself in the morning.

The evening was slowly approaching when Ace invited you to fly around the island. Of course, you agreed to it. You loved when he took you in his arms and lifted you into the air. Feeling the wind in your face and being so close at the same time.

Ace took you into his arms tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You knew he would never let you go, but more than once you encountered treacherous strong winds. The phoenix flapped its wings and soared into the air with you.

You flew high, above the topmast of the ship, and you still know. You headed over to the island enjoying the view and the warm weather.

You also missed a flock of colourful birds. You had an amazing view of meadows, forests, tiny villages and the river that divided the island into several parts.

As it slowly grew dark, fires began to appear on the ground. At first, they seemed entirely random, but the more they appeared, the more they began to resemble a symbol from a bird's eye view.

The fires formed the edges of a giant heart that could only be seen from your vantage point. That alone made you very happy, and you had no idea it was just the beginning.

Ace headed with you to a high hill, from where there was a view of almost the entire island and especially the fiery heart. He carefully landed with you and helped you to the ground.

On the hill stood a single-branched old tree that was just blooming and its slowly falling petals decorated the ground below you.

A blanket was spread out on the floor with the picnic basket you saw at Thatch's in the kitchen. In addition, torches were prepared around, which added to the atmosphere.

"What are we celebrating?" you asked him as you looked around enjoying the view.

"Nothing so far. I just wanted to show you how much I love you," he replied and shifted his wing a little. "Would you like a sandwich?" he asked and went over to the basket, from where he took out sandwiches, which were so full that the filling was coming out of them.

You got the impression Thatch didn't do these. You sat down next to him and took one.

"Did you do it yourself?" you asked him. Phoenix was taken aback by your question. His mouth was full and even though he swallowed it quickly, he only sheepishly nodded his head in agreement.

"Do you like it?" he asked nervously and you saw him lower his wings.

“They're delicious,” you smiled at him. You could see that he was relieved and how he puffed his wings with pride.

While you were eating, the sun had set almost below the horizon, providing minimal light. Also, you had those torches there, even though Ace could light up the whole hill with his feathers. You leaned closer to him and watched the sunset together.

Just before the golden disk fell over the horizon, the phoenix rose to its feet, its back to you, searching the pockets of its shorts before finally finding what it was looking for. With that, he turned to you and got down on one knee. He took your hand lightly and looked into your eyes.

“Y/N you are the wind in my sails that keeps me going and every day is an adventure with you. You are my greatest treasure and I love you with all my heart,” he said sincerely before pausing. "Would you do me the honour and marry me?" he asked you, taking out a small box with a ring in it.

The metal ring looked like it had plucked a feather from its wings and turned it into gold. You were at a loss for words. You had no idea that this was his plan and it touched you.

When you told him your answer, he put the ring on you, which fit like a glove, and kissed you.

However, this was not the final of all his efforts. He had one more surprise in store for you. He created a ball of fire in his hand, which he then threw into the air. The orb exploded in the sky, creating a floral motif for a moment before dissipating.

As if it was a sign of something bigger, he started shooting more and more fireworks from the fiery heart. Ace sat down next to you and pulled you close so you could watch the spectacle together.

Then when it got cold, he covered you with his wings to protect you from the cold.

Ace Masterlist

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

Prompt #3: Tempest

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( guest-starring @saesama 's Klynt)

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Even with Klynt at the topmast and the storm-shielding in place, it took the ship another two hours to clear the sudden tempest. When they finally were free of the storm, Reinhardt carried Klynt back inside to the small area the Dominants were using for sleeping. Mathye was already there, armed and ready with his medical kit.

“Fucking hells, she looks like shite.” He breathed. Reinhardt set her down on the travel-mattress, taking the mana potion Halone’s Second Dominant was holding out. Without ceramony, he held it to the roe's lips.

“Drink.” He ordered. To his relief and anxiety, Klynt obeyed, not putting up a fight as how she normally would. Once the bottle was dry, Mathye handed over another one.

“What’s it like topside?” He asked.

“If you’re asking if the sailors are going to throw us in chains or overboard, the answer is no. They’re more concerned about their own and her.” Reinhardt watched as Klynt greedily downed the second mana potion. Her color had improved, and as he reached for a third bottle, she reached out for his wrist.

“I’m alright.” She rasped. “Susano is too. We’re just tired. Sleep’ll fix us.” Reinhardt looked at Mathye, who was checking Klynt’s pulse. The white mage looked back at him, nodding.

“Sleep and food.” He directed. “Ship’s cook has some stew going that’s not actually half-bad. Let’s get some—” He trailed off as Klynt’s free hand moved, Susano’s strength now gripping him. Reinhardt blinked as the same vice-like grip locked around his hand as well.

“Klynt?!"

“What the—” Klynt pulled, making both men loom over her. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“That storm was not natural!” She whispered. “We heard a voice on the wind, commanding it!” Susano’s wine-dark tones crept into her last words, and she let go of the pair. Reinhardt and Mathye shared a shocked glance.

“Someone was commanding the storm?” Mathye was the first to recover, while Reinhardt rocked back on his heels and scanned the room. For the moment, they were the only ones present.

“A power like ours, behind it.” Klynt swallowed again. “Strong as us. Maybe stronger. It took everything we had to keep the worst at bay.”

A power like...wait a minute! “An Eikon?!” Reinhardt hissed. Zurvan immediately surged to the forefront of his mind, and he was certain Halone was doing the same.

“Don’t know.” Klynt replied. Mathye turned and poured a glass of water, holding it to the pirate queen’s lips. Klynt greedily drained it dry, and Mathye refilled the glass.

“Are you certain about what you two sensed?” He asked, his voice low. Klynt nodded.

“I don’t know if it was a primal, god, or Eikon, but that storm was not natural. It was summoned by someone, and being controlled by them.” Reinhardt shared a look with Mathye, and in the aether Zurvan and Halone were doing the same.

Wuk Lamat spoke of creatures called turaal vidraal that she likened to us. Halone ventured. Could this be one of them?

[ltwilliammowett]

The jib - sail

The jib and the jib boom were introduced in 1705 for smaller ships as a replacement for the older spritsail and spritsail topmast and were also adopted by the largest ships built at the time by 1719. From the beginning, the foresail proved to be a great advance in the efficiency of a sailing ship on the wind and was, as the author of the Marine Dictionary (1771) wrote, ‘a sail that works very well in crosswinds and especially when travelling under sail’.

Four mast barque Krusenstern with her bowsprit jibs- here in pink

The jib is a triangular sail set by sailing ships on the stays of the foremast. The largest square-rigged sailing ships of the late 19th and early 20th century carried up to six jibs, which were named from aft to forward: Storm, inner, outer, flying, spindle and jib jib, the last of which was only hoisted in very light weather. Smaller sailing ships, especially those with a foremast, usually set only one jib; other triangular sails set in front of the foremast are called staysails.

In the old jib rig, in which a bowsprit carried a foremast stay beyond the stem of the ship to provide additional support for the mast, the jib was set on this stay, while the staysail was attached to the forestay. The modern Bermudian rig has no bowsprit, and the only forestay is set on or even inside the forecastle, and this usually carries only a large jib, with no staysail set. These large jibs, whose clew extends well beyond the mast, are known as genoa or Yankee jibs, and in the 1930s some J-class racing yachts set a double-sheet jib.

[verysmallcyborg]

finally finished up fornax's apartment!! i wanted to go for a vibe that both fornax & ryss crash there sometimes :) (there is no room in fornax's house for the legendary gay fish i caught, so..... it went here instead)

[ primal/famfrit - mist - ward 28, topmast wing 2 room #4 ] - for anyone that wants to swing by and check it out :]

[scotianostra]

On 9th July 1745 while en route from France to Scotland, Bonnie Prince Charlie looked on from his ship Du Teillay as his other ship, Elisabeth, engaged in a five-hour battle with HMS Lion.

When Charles Stuart boarded the French ship ‘Du Teillay at St Nazaire bound for Scotland on 7th July, he was joined by her French escort ship the Elizabeth.

Two days later they were intercepted by the English ship HMS Lion commanded by Captain Piercy Brett. A close action began at 17.00 between the Lion and the Elizabeth. The Du Teillay attacked the Lion several times and, at 18.00, the Lion’s’mizzen topmast came down. The Lion continued to fire at the Elizabeth until she broke free at 22.00 to join the Du Teillay. The Lion was too damaged to follow; 52 of her men were killed and about 110 wounded. The Elizabeth lost about 57 men with 175 wounded, with her commander, Captain Dau, among the dead. The painting, by Dominic Serres the Elder, shows the third phase of the action at about 20.00. On the left of the picture the Lion is in close action with the Elizabeth shown in the centre. The Lion's mizzen top and topmast is shot away and hangs over the side. On the right the Du Teillay is firing at the Lion who is retaliating with her guns at the stern. Painted many years after the event, the artist may have referred to three related drawings by Captain Piercy Brett, for this work.

The damage to Elizabeth forced it to return to France holding much of the essential arms and men that the Jacobites needed to kick-start the ’45 Rising with a show of strength, to lose it would be a big loss. With the damage it had incurred the Elisabeth was said to be listing quite badly in the water, so any attempt to try to move supplies across to the Du Teillay would have been too dangerous. Some aboard the Du Teillay suggested they should head back alongside the Elisabeth and regroup to try again another day. However, Prince Charles was seemingly against this as he feared people would see it as another failure and he would face ridicule. Thus the Elisabeth slowly struggled back to Brest whilst the Du Teillay continued on heading for the Western Isles.