Jacob McIntire, Commodore of the 6th Counter Fleet, including the Essex entered the room in a great mood, he was always happy to have an excuse to leave the rocks of Dublin and with it the people with this unbareable dialect and clothes dirty of dust and gold.
He walked to the table, taking a seat between to empty chairs and put a thin sheet of papers on the table, smiling,
Hello gentlemen, ladies
He then put his hat on the back of his chair, leaning back to wait for what was to come.
