 Royal Runnamok Navy Crew
Sir Thomas Francis Fremantle
(1765-God knows when)
Flagship: Neptune
Contact: fremantle@royalrunnamoknavy.com
 The loyal captains of the Royal Runnamok Navy have beeched
me to commit to writing the many perils and adventures we
have shared and as I have yet to begin my autobiography, I
have deemed this as both a worthy endeavor and good
practice.
With the exception of having to swim from my first ship as
it sank off Cuba, my career with these fine men has brought
me increasing responsibilities, satisfaction and glory. Ever
since the Lord Admiral Bligh, God Rest His Soul, pronounced
me fit for duty with those memorable words “Has own money,
makes good bait” I have endeavored to live up to his
expectations.
The admiral granted my first commission as Captain aboard a
saucy little third-rater named the Tart in 1793. A wonderful
first command, used to blockade Toulon that same year, she
responded well to my commands but bucked like a bitch in
heavy weather and was always wet below decks. Later, as
Captain of the Inconstant, which behaved so gallantly in
Hotham's action off Genoa, in March 1795, I was finally able
to conquer that small bladder ailment which had annoyed me
since that run-in with the scullery maid in Gibralter the
previous year.
Served under Admiral Nelson at Santa Cruz, 1797. Found the
Admiral to be an outstanding family man whose example I have
always tried to follow. I was wounded and received my first
battle scars in this engagement and to this day must use a
pillow when seated. Those insipid spies of the French have
learned to recognize my pillow, damn them!
As Captain of the Ganges in Lord Nelson's victory of
Copenhagen, the 2nd April 1801, I earned the honors that
that would later grant me command of my first-rater the
Neptune. We sailed the Neptune to victory at Trafalgar, the
21st October 1805: she was the third ship in the weather
column, and lost forty-four killed and wounded. Fine men all
of them and apparently the heaviest of drinkers, as my debt
at the pub has dropped by fully half of its normal total.
I fell in with some ruffians of late, Captain Duff among
them, and found that a leave from my comrades in arms was
needed. As I can not abide the French, a stint in the
Foreign Legion was out of the question…so I did a tour with
the Centurions of Rome, which I enjoyed immensely. Stout
fellows all of them! I’m thinking of getting a timeshare.
I have since been found guilty of low treason and demoted
until I can again distinguish myself in battle. The court
viewed my insubordination and mutiny as standard Navy
behavior, so I escaped unscathed on these counts.
As I began, my autobiography is still incomplete and its end
may be as close as the next engagement of the Neptune. I
await your orders.
God save the King.
Thomas Francis Fremantle
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