These are the uniforms worn by the Royal Navy, from the early stages of the Napoleonic Wars through the War of 1812. The top row displays the full dress uniforms and the bottom row displays the working rig uniforms. These are the uniforms of Jack Aubrey's time in the service and the uniforms worn at the Battle of Trafalgar. The uniforms are, from left to right: - Midshipman - Lieutenant - Commander - Captain, Under Three Years Seniority - Captain, Over Three Years Seniority - Rear Admiral - Vice Admiral - Admiral
Marshall: Anywho! What was I? Oh yeah, I remembered ... put yourself all go and cute for the occasion, I don't want anyone with a long face and badly dressed, so ... I have taken the trouble to look for my favorite girls for the job! So ... Prepare to look good even is this the first time in your lives.
Ari: Hello marshall, a lot of years without see you
Emma: Marshall Hello my darling! So beautiful you look long, I've missed ungrateful fool do not you call your dear Emma!
Fionna: why she call him darling? Are the a couple?
Gumball: These girls ... I have seen them before but i can't remember where! Their faces look something ...
PB: I don't know, I for one had never seen them. And with good reason, I don't usually see people so strange!
Being rather sucked in by all the Trafalgar 200 bicentenary celebrations back in October 2005, I ended up creating this piece; a somewhat characterized portrait of Admiral Nelson. I felt that Nelson, of course being the beloved naval hero fondly admired by the British public, deserved some artistic attention. So here he is, dum de dum dum dum ta daaa!!! This was drawn freehand and coloured entirely within Photoshop and I was glad for the practice and rather pleased with the resulting fleshy tones. Sadly, however, I may have gone overboard with the shading of the uniform. Id like to think that there is a certain resemblance, however, nobody can really be sure of what Nelson truly looked like in real life (considering the multiple tiny differences within his many painted portraits). All thats left for us are rather romanticized hints.