Hi, Pete. Many of my mother's family were navy types (her father, two uncles and a cousin) and two of my cousins and two uncles were (one lost on the Atlantic convoy in WWII) too, so there's more than the normal titre of salt in my veins. From my earlies days when I was able to read I devoured sea stories and accounts of sea battles from the Spanish Armada (1588), through WWI and II.
One of the things I found fascinating was that a crew member on one of Admiral Drake's ships fighting the Armada could have been transposed 217 years onto one of Adm. Nelson's at Trafalgar, and with the very minimum of orientation been able to crew that ship. Things had not changed very much in the two centuries - wooden ships, sail, and muzzle-loading cannon. However, in less than 70 years he would have been totally lost - iron ships, steam power, and breech-loading steel guns.
Nelson was quite a guy, bearing in mind that he was about 5'3" tall. Short though he may have been, he was still quite an accomplished c*cksman, seducing the wives of several noblemen during his brief stays ashore.
Lost an eye in one battle and an arm in another; a brilliant tactician who gained the respect of his officers and the adoration of his crews. The scene where he gets shot through the spine by a French marksman in the rigging of the French flagship, tells his flag officer Hardy to cover him up ("the men must not see that their Admiral is dying") and taken below, surviving just long enough to be informed that the battle is won, is right out of Hollywood.
Drake, Nelson and the Duke of Wellington. Three guys responsible for the fact that I'm not writing this in Spanish or French.
Incidentally, you will have noticed when you were on the Victory how low the deckheads (ceilings to landlubbers) were. This is the reason that the Royal Navy, alone among all service branches and other organizations, drinks the Loyal Toast ("Gentlemen: The Queen") sitting down.
A couple of years ago there was a celebration off the English coast of the bicentennial of Trafalgar, part of which was a reenactment of the battle. In an act of the most puke-making Political Correctness, the two fleets had to be called Red Fleet and Blue Fleet so as not to upset the attending French.