It was a majestic and pathetic sight to see that line astern formation cruising within easy view of Malta, the little isle that they sought to smash into oblivion. My mind flashed by the wondrous thought of what would our Fleet have done under similar circumstances - would they have undergone the humiliating experience of suffering to be taken over, literally, by a fussy little tug? Yes! We were the only British ship to approach and at that moment I pondered - where is that magnificent battle fleet we had lying in the harbour for the past month and had since hurriedly put to sea? - Surely I reasoned, this was just the job for such a fleet.
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