Lieutenant.

But there was no Navy here. No King. No Admiralty. He was... something like a privateer here, much as he hated the thought. 'First mate' was probably more accurate than 'first lieutenant.' But it would never be that in his mind. He was a captain of the Royal Navy, damn it.

Still, he found his voice, strained by the thought of what he'd always planned and what had never been, "Yes."