With patriotic pride Jack saw the magnificent fleet under Admiral Dundas lying at anchor in Cavarna Bay as the _Tornado_ steamed into that roadstead. It lies on the western side of the Black Sea, a little to the north of Varna. There lay the _Britannia_ and _Trafalgar_, of 120 guns, the admiral's flag flying at the masthead of the first; the _Queen_, of 116 guns; the _Agamemnon_, a name renowned in naval story, of 101 guns, carrying the flag of Rear-Admiral Sir Edmund Lyons; the _Albion_, of 91 guns; the _Rodney_ and _London_, of 90; the _Vengeance, Bellerophon_, and _Sanspareil_, of 84, 80, and 70 guns respectively; the _Arethusa_, of 50 guns, twice the size of her predecessor, known in song as the "gallant _Arethusa_;" and numerous other frigates and steamers, the smallest equal in power to any frigate of the olden times. There too lay the French fleet, fifty sail of the line and twenty-one frigates and smaller vessels, with the flag of Admiral Hamelin flying on board the _Ville-de-Paris_, of 120 guns, and that of the second in command, Admiral Bruat, on board the _Montebello_, of the same force. What might not these fleets accomplish if only the Russians would dare to sail out from amid their stone walls and fight? There was the rub. Jack, having paid his respects to the admiral, made his way on board the _Briton_, accompanied by Archie, whom he knew Murray would be glad to see. Jack, of course, brought despatches from Stella. "Now, Alick," he said, after the first greetings were over, "you read those quietly, while Gordon and I look up some of our old shipmates whom you have on board."