The occupants, members of the FSDM, are lounging in the rear, relaxing after a day in the land corsair, and finishing up the last of a rather largish bowl of rum punch. The rather largish pilot, cuts the engines as the boat approaches the port side of the Corsair. Ahoy, up there. Those nuts and flakes up there forgot we were out in the land corsair again. It's okay lads, I think I found 'em.
Lets go take a look.
The small boat insolently approaches Her Majesty's vessel at full speed. Just as I thought, you'll crack under stress eventually. A pitiful last look at the Burke reveals Cap'n Casburn on the gun deck, patiently waiting his turn to acquaint the parrot with RN traditions. As yet the deck is empty, Captain Casburn having retired below when the parrot's wild shrieks finally quieted. Yet the Burke is not silent - frenzied sounds of continuous bustling about drift up from belowdecks, revealing that elaborate preparations for some sort of ceremony are in progress.