The Divine Lady — Elizabeth Louisa Moresby

As I sat, years ago, in the Admiral's cabin of Nelson's flag-ship, the Foudroyant, the thought of this romance came to me, for this ship was the sea-shrine of that great but errant passion. She is a wreck now, her stranded ribs are green with weed, her bones are broken in the wash of the tide. A grave at sea amidst the answering thunder and flash of guns would have been a nobler ending.