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Hear Hear! Captains! I will suggest that we bring back information about sailors in open world! Why? I miss open world communication. saying hi to the enemy, ask him to let me go, ask if its alot of fish where he comes from You know if you tag a bloody alt, a pvp king or a new guy sailing for the first time.' some of us, are actually naval action friends, and dont want to fight eachother. instead of wasting time in battle we can just sail away from each other. I know some pvp kings feelt like they where hunted more if they know who they where. i get that. but thats a risk you need to take when you are a pvp king. Please keep the conversation on a medium level of seriousness.
Most famously used in the bombardment of Fort McHenry during the War of 1812 only 5 years after the last Battle of Copenhagen that saw deployment of the Christian VII that was recently added. I think as it fits in the timeframe of NA, it should at least be considered. I also don't think there is a balance issue. The actual performance could remain the same ( only with much higher chance for a fire ) or there could alternatively also be a reskin of the Mortar Brig called HMS Terror / HMS Meteor with higher BR to compensate for potentially higher performance / buffs in damage. Even if only the visuals would be added at some point, I think it would make for more interesting cinematics in port battles. Adding only higher fire chance seems reaonable, given the minor effect of fire ( unless used on purpose to fireship ) and the low chance of currently implemented mortar balls actually causing fire.
We have been worried about the letter for Yann that never arrive to his love Claire. Immagine in what terrible mood she have been! Anyway, it seems our glory captain get news for his fiancee. At leat correspondannces are not totaly broken Here is the answer on this letter we don't have the chance to read in french and English. For thoses who don't know, "Correspondance" are letter for french people that are part on this life in France and around the World. Episode 1 was the First letter from Yann, a french captain, to his love Claire, that stay on Brest. You can find it There Thanks you for Anolytic and Martin de Crow for the work on the images, thanks you on EdR for translation and corrections FRENCH ENGLISH For the english part i have to write there on the forum the google translation that is more in the spirit on what is the love letter. The paper version is more like a newspaper than a love letter. Sorry for that i should have looked on the translation before "printing it"^^ People learn form mistake. My beloved, I received your letter this morning, which I confess to have sullied. Here it is a stifling heat and the ship drips with tar. Dirt fell from the mats and sails and despite the effort of the crew, I got stained while I put my hands on the rail. I was very sorry to have learned the terror in which you have been plunged by the absence of my news. Who knows between what hands have fallen my thoughts? Thoses however, are sure of you all destined even if I happen from time to time to pester against the fate ... Ah poor Francois. How I would like to hold you in my arms and welcome your charming little face against my shoulder so as to be wet with your sobs ... It was a man like the war took too much of us and I will keep from him The image of that mischievous being who never let himself be defeated. We need so many men like him here, but those too have been torn from us ... After the infamous capture of Port au Prince, the Swedes pushed their advantage and conquered Grande-Terre and Basse-Terre taking advantage of the break-up of our forces and our small number. Finally magnanimous, they offered us an exchange of good process to allow to calm the situation. The French would carry the garrisons of Point-à-Pitre and the Swedes those of Roseau thus ensuring to each port a better skilled garrison and therefore a more flourishing trade. You know very well who in the last resort would profit by it, and the lords of the two cities were already preparing their best horses for the show. Some also wondered who had changed these wicked people into diplomats who were so wise and conciliatory, but as the rest showed us, they were carriing mask to hide their hypocrisy. If this exchange were to prove profitable, no individual at Fort Royal appreciated the lead of negotiations. The Swedes to inform us of their "kind" proposal had indeed wet their mortar brig off Fort Royal, escorted by a fleet so powerful and numerous that it is said that the Governor of Gustavia could have come walking from his island to our palace. The pamphlets flourish and pieces are played in the streets! The people laugh at these sailors imbued with their superb and our governor. Poor governor... He was in a desperate position, and the captains of his staff did not have the air of mockery which is known to them. The rumors say that not once in the course of the negotiation a threat was made but that on several occasions the Swedish diplomat glanced sometimes at his drunken sailors whom he no longer controls and sometimes on his formidable armada. Be that as it may, the treaty was accepted on both sides. Great land for the Dominica, St John's for the return of Basse-Terre in our lap and why not a training for the garrison of Oranjestad? Thus, in spite of the piracy we are accustomed to in these waters, things were going well and we were rebuilding even if some people wept for their lost possessions. It was without counting on the deceit and the felony of the Swedes. While the Point-à-Pitre and Roseau garrisons were being trained, the French fleet was operating the forts of Saint John's when we were told to leave the Swedish waters. A few days later, Sweden dropped the mask. Though conscious of the advantage given to Roseau by her trained garrison, she sent all her forces to crush the city, so that we find ourselves, by pure dispossessed betrayal, of the reward of our efforts, while the lords of the enemy profit from the opulence of Great -Terre and now of the riches of our city. This action must, however, be a date. Remembering men, and you know that I have been in these waters since their first troubles nearly four years ago, never had a nation soiled its image. To claim from a weak nation aid while it is constantly ransomed from its ports and its men to finally a once obtained advantage revived on its word and attack it without striking a blow ... No one thought that quincunxes Part may be some pirates might fall so low but truce of self-pity, as I see your eye blurring from anxiety to my place. Claire, I'm going home. The governor of Fort Royal has been instructed to evacuate our forces in anticipation of future storms. My last campaign carried out, I will sail all the way to our wild side where I know it every day will watch for my return. Keep this information ready from your heart that some do not take advantage of our absence to set our colonies on fire. This secret that I share you exploit it with discretion and intelligence as usual. Exotic foods will soon be scarce. Farewell coal, silver ingots and precious wood. Make provisions as long as you can that our families finally get along and that these few days of return finally allow us to unite. See you soon my love, Yann du finistière
EN I start my own newspaper for french. There is so many on others nation that we probably desserve ours. Althought you are all choosing a newspaper to realte your story, I will incarn in mines differents character. Sometimes it may be a solider, a sailor, a governor or why not a lady. Correspondance 1 Today, is a letter found into a wreck few miles away from Terre de Bas. Sadly, it's written in old french. It may be hard to understand bur more harder for me to translate it in an english which should not be a shame in regard of the quality of this letter. I don't know who is this Claire but i doubt she will be able to find hi heart back. It seems Yann is gone isn't he? Who knows? For thoses unlucy to read french, i made a bad translation to the letter than you can find bellow. it's not perfect but probably understandable. Thanks a lot to google trad for his help Bests regards, Kierrip Direct link to the letter Claire, I am writing to you this evening on board the Cutter of L'Agile to express my concern about not being able to keep the promise I made to you. If I do not really fear for my life, except that the loss of those would deprive me of the pleasure of admiring you, I am afraid of being deprived of my honor. The Swedes are everywhere. The French ; gone. The reception at the governor's house would not have been worst placed than on Monday. The Alliance of Royal Corsairs (ACR clan) has gone for new shores. We will not see them again. The exotic fruits and flowers arranged on the tables could not completely hide the absence of so many captains and we passed a weird meal interspersed with toast to the health of the king and the prosperity of his colonies. The governor of Fort Royal, you know what i think about him, could not hide the trembling of his hands at the announcement of the worst. While we had no news of the Royal Squadron (ER clan) and the Familiy Mouth ( BAFF clan), they would have compromised themselves with pirates; Yes pirates! Not hung in front of good people of Port Au Prince, already frightened at the idea of the misfortunes of the West Indies, the captains were broken from their command and demoted from the naval lists. You may imagine in what fury these news may have thrown me. To compromise his honor! And yet ; here, far from you, we lack everything, everyone misses us. What happiness, however, would it be to be able to squeeze his brothers in arms again into our arms? Who would not forget their forfeiture at the announcement of their return to fight the real enemies of our nation? The British are no more than the shadow of what they were. The certain disintegration of their strength, which was seduced as much as sedition by Swedish flag, renders them vulnerable, and more than one captain has been tempted to indulge in gentle vengence. Unfortunately, you know, Claire, I was born only to serve. And if I can not serve you today half a land separating us, I remain faithful to the courrone. Order is given to the captains of His Majesty to keep our borders and especially to protect our young sailors. Every day the press brings new batch of future sailors. Every day brings its share of misfortune. Cries and vociferations have nevertheless ceased in the taverns of Fort Royal. The city is depopulated and the countryside and manufactures are emptied. . Failures of resources and doublons, the economy to pereclite before even hatching. At Fort Royal, everyone is hiding; The press rode. The replacement of our sailors is difficult as traders now avoid our ports. Death rages everywhere and a heavy, smoky atmosphere hangs over Martinique. We will not give up. I sometimes give in to despair and try to convince me that ceding Guadeloupe is not giving up my honor. How many acres of land north have been worth since the Bridgtown mine was discovered? And yet my resolution falters. To lose Guadeloupe, who will be accused in Paris? The royal corsairs who yielded to the difficulty of federating our forces, the French who yielded to the malice of the pirates, or the last captains to stand before the enemy? What would I not give Claire to see the ramparts of Brest and your golden curls? Tomorrow will bring us again its share of defections and disasters. Hope my heart that I remain far away even if every day the idea of leaving these sordid caribbean to find you haunts my thoughts. With all my heart, rest assured that despite these tragic thoughts the memory of our goodbye does not leave me. I will be worthy of you, of your family and your father will finally let us love us. Yann from the fistinière