Another day at sea in this wretched weather, my men lie totally exhausted on the lower decks, as this Atlantic storm vents its spleen upon us. To venture on the main deck is to risk being swept overboard, only the sailors dare work there now, and only if absolutely necessary.
Where are we headed? Only the devil knows! General le Comte Beaujolais revealed nothing before boarding the ships, except exclaiming that the expedition would strike a blow for France and cripple the British attempts at world domination.
To the best of my knowledge our force comprises four regiments of French line infantry, two regiments of our Frundsberg line infantry plus our battalion of light infantry and a company of jaegers. There are also some dimounted cavalry and artillery travelling in the convoy. However the convoy is now widely scattered as the storm shows how puny our ships are.
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Ah, welcome back after such a long absence.
-- Jeff
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