Ah...we face pirates.
There will be no prize money for a captured hull; no captured ship to join our line. They will not see beyond defeat. They will not strike. And dawn will find the guns at work again until we see them sunk, burnt, or destroyed.
Turn the glass and strike two bells. A tot for every man, aye, and every boy, too - and the wounded noted by the purser so to take their allowance later.
There is work yet to do. It is what we came here for, and it will be done.