One is to join the British forces--to be a lieutenant, a captain, a major, a colonel, or a general, in time; to shoot and cut and hang and quarter, and rule with a heavy rod.

That's one way." "So you think I'm fit for nothing but the sword, eh ?" asked Dyck with irony.

"You think I've got no brains for anything except the army." Boyne laughed.

"Have another drink, Calhoun." He poured out more wine.
"Oh, no, not the army alone; there's the navy--and there's the French navy! It's the best navy in the world, the freest and the greatest, and with Bonaparte going at us, England will have enough to do--too much, I'm thinking.

So there's a career in the French navy open.