not content with his prodigies of collapsibility , sir guy also had the indefatigable , a frigate of some 180 tonnes ( some argument between my informants as to the number of guns she carries ; after a second bottle of the convent 's claret [ the nuns make it themselves , and from the shade of the priest 's nose , no little of it gets consumed here , too ] , consensus was reached , with `` a bloody lot , mate , '' always allowing for errors of translation , being the final number ) , taken apart , hauled to the river , and there reassembled .