408 Elizabethans All Drake, in his immortal ship still sails the seas where English mariners fight. He marvels at the ships beyond his dream—the great grey fortresses that wait and watch in Northern mists; the submarines who singe and sink in the Middle Seas; the fireships that fly!!! But most he loves... the little ships that fight the way he fought : launches, torpedo boats, corvettes, destroyers— swift, daring, deadly, darting through spray and smoke—to kill at the foeman's door. And the lads who man them— Accountants, farmers, shopmen, clerks, smiths, carpenters fishermen—who, whether cradled in the hills, in towns, or by the creek—all, all smell the salt of rolling waters— where England's greatness rides— Elizabethans All.