A Salute to the Fleet

I marched briskly across the cool ceramic sill toward the glass to survey the harbor of Roscoff. Far out on the grey water, fishing boats bobbed like an imperial flotilla! My chest swelled with commander's pride—until a giant seagull suddenly swooped right past the glass with a screech that made my knees wobble! I squeaked, stumbling back against the latch, but quickly gathered my wits. Straightening my shako, I gripped my drum and hammered out a firm, rolling march to rally our station against any airborne intruders.