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So, in early 1776, things weren’t going too well for the Americans in the Revolutionary War. Britain was being a dick and blockaded the Delaware Bay to starve my hometown into surrendering. Unfortunately for them, we here in Philly subside mainly on the five main food groups, none of which are from Britain: TastyKakes, soft pretzels, Rita’s water ice, cheesesteaks and Yuengling lager.
But Robert Morris wasn’t about to let those bloody Redcoats get away with that. He chartered the brig Nancy on March 1st, 1776 to help transport a shitload of guns, gun parts, gun ammunition, rum, sugar and other typical old timey goods.
Meanwhile, John Barry, the other “founder of the American Navy,” was commissioned captain of the fourteen-gun Lexington on March 14, 1776. He was alerted that the Nancy would need some babysitting going up to Philly because she only had a laughable eleven guys and six cannons onboard.
Then, a mighty Avengers-style task force assembled en route, with the mighty, eighteen gun (aka: a lot of cannons) Reprisal and the eight cannon Wasp joining them on the way.
The three British ships blockading the Delaware Bay were the mightily armed HMS Liverpool, Orpheus and Kingfisher, with twenty-eight, thirty-two, and sixteen cannons respectively. That’s a shitload of cannons against our heroic fleet. This would be like the USS Olympia trying to stand up against three Iowa class battleships.
And just to lower the odds from “impossible” to “just give me a chance man! JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE!” the entire hundred-ship fleet of Redcoats had just entered New York Harbor the day of the battle.
So, the lookout on the Kingfisher was actually competent and not only did not let his ship get hit by an iceberg or rocks next to Skull Island, but also spotted the Nancy trying to sneak past him.
So, Kingfisher and Orpheus gave chase like two Imperial class star destroyers. Nancy, in dire straits, called on the Lexington for help with flag signals. So, all three American ships set out rinky-dinky rowboats to help, because their actual ships would last about as long in a straight fight with these Brits as Dipper and Mabel against Slenderman.
Under the relentless pursuit of tea drinking, funny accented assholes, Nancy took cover in heavy fog in the horribly named Turtle Gut Inlet.
She ran aground in the inlet, probably getting stranded atop the ruins of no fewer than three castles built by a man who just would not give up building his castles that kept sinking into the swamp. No word on how many vicious gillmen, Slendermen and rodents of unusual sizes they had to fend off once grounded, but she did lose the British ships for the same reason a lot of ships can’t traverse the Panama Canal: they’re too fat.
Barry sacrificed his ship, exchanging cannonfire with the British to keep them from attacking the helpless Nancy while the other American ships sent sailors to transfer most of the grounded vessel’s gunpowder kegs to shore and hide them behind some sand dunes.
Then, Barry arranged perhaps the most elaborate and cruel practical joke in the history of cruel and elaborate practical jokes. He cleverly had the Nancy’s main sail wrapped with fifty pounds of gunpowder, creating a really big Wile E. Coyote style fuse running back into the ships’ hold, where a hundred kegs of gunpowder remained. They lit the fuse as the crew abandoned ship, with one last heroic sailor climbing the mast the take down the American flag, a very respectful and courageous gesture after you’re ship’s been set on fucking fire.
Those silly British thought we were surrendering when the flag came down, which we totally were.
So, the silly Brits boarded the stricken Nancy, but by then that Wile E. Coyote fuse had reached the hold and we killed an assload of British sailors in the first display of Fourth of July Fireworks- except it was on June 29th. Close enough! USA! USA! USA!
The battle, along with the miraculous evacuation of New York, demonstrated to the British that America had divine intervention on its side, and also that the fledgling nation was batshit insane. As such, they chickened out and moved their blockade away from Cape May.
In the year 1922, Turtle Gut Inlet was filled in by the county, killing off innumerable gillmen. They made up for this slaughter of a sapient species by putting a little memorial park in a very similar vein to Partisan Rock at the end of Red Dawn.