“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
It’d be dark, smoky, hot and incredibly loud. Add pitch, roll, yaw and those guns slamming back into the mix every time they fired. Wonder how many firings before those ropes just gave up?
I presume everyone below deck is deaf after the first broadside?
We rode two strokes, operated heavy machinery and worked in deafening machine shops.
The guns were stroked forward to fire, and most of the blast - and smoke, went outside. I am sure in thee frenzy of combat, a few were fired inside, and that had to be a problem. Now EVERYONE is blind with sulfur smoke
Does that gun have a "thing that goes up"?
brings to mind my days on a minesweeper. I saw a fellow CHENG over 6 feet tall walking down the pier in Bahrain all stooped over. The ceilings were awful low on those old wooden ships.