The Wing-and-wing: Or, Le Feu-follet. A TaleThe year is 1799. Admiral Caraccioli is about to be executed on Lord Nelson's flagship. Young and in love with Carracioli's daughter, the spirited French privateer Raoul Yvard and his wily American sailing master Ithuel Bolt harass the British fleet. Yvard is captured but cunningly escapes, setting up a showdown at sea. |
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