“Good. I didn’t have to tell ya twice. Now grab a stool, feed the goat sumthin’ and pay attention. I’m only going to tell ya once.” The Bosun
You see them fellas in the red trim with boots shined like a parson’s conscience? Marines. United States Marines. And you best remember that. They ain't Navy. They ain't Army. They're the blade's edge between discipline and mayhem.
On this frigate, the Marines serve two masters, Commodore Rodgers and the Corps. But make no mistake, their first duty is order. They guard the captain, the officers, the arms locker, and the flag. If mutiny sparks, they're the flint that puts it down. Fast.
Don’t go thinkin’ they just stand pretty at attention. These boys carry muskets, fixed bayonets, and shoot better than soldiers, and even most seamen even sober. On shore, they land with the sailors for amphibious fights. Hell, they’re the first boots in and the last out. If’n it’s another ship, they’re the first over the rails.
Now wipe them gawking looks off your faces and show respect. That Marine you sneered at might just save your sorry hide.
Carry on! That means GIT!