On the Imperious
"Sir, they're not responding to our hails, they're still trying to get away and... erm... an empty life boat has dropped? What are your orders?"

The captain sighed. "I didn't want this to end with a ship on the ocean surface, but if it must be, fire a second set of shells at their propellers and do not stop until they are destroyed. I want that ship stopped. And where the hell are those frigates?!"

The frigates are almost within accurate firing range now and are closing at a much greater speed than the Vendemiaires can get away at.