It’s Cap’n Ross, setting sail for France – but before he comes over all ‘Allo ‘Allo, there’s time for torso-bearing bedroom scenes and a spot of nude sea-swimming
And so, as promised, the French Revolution encroaches upon Cornwall … “An old friend of my father has contacts in France.” Ross to the rescue – with the help of a libidinous man with a hook for a hand (who carries the bones of that former hand in a canister affixed to his belt.) Dear me. Where is the sensible Dr Enys when we need him? “Un, deux, trois …” Have the French shot him or not? We cannot know. And so it is best, it seems, to row from Cornwall to France to go and find him. I’m no expert in maritime escapades, but with no mobile reception and in the company of a co-conspirator who seems very much like an actual pirate, this does seem ambitious of Ross, to put it mildly.