Uhuh,
odd that.
Ah, the Admirals daughter. Memories, sweet,,, oops.
Actually, it was the Admirals front lawn, some rose bushes, a drunken sailor, etc, etc.
Trouble? It was invented for me to fool around with.
This tale is sounding similar to Tom Cringles Log. And My Master Mariner, and a bunch of others.
Holler for help if you get stuck. We'll sort her, and rig her Admiralty Pattern.