The Battle of Havanough Rock

NOTE: This story is purely fictional and comedic, there is no offense intended to any real characters or other literature devices.

Chapter 1
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The roar of cannons and thick smoke was in the air... "Ready the fleet to enter those rock formations!" yelled Admiral Matthew Blastshot. "But sir the ships might be torn asunder on the jags!" said Lieutenant Grimm. "Better then losing the entire fleet to these French scum! And get me a crumpet!" "Yes sir!" The British fleet was en route back to England when it had been intercepted by a massive French fleet near Cuba. The French had engaged the British near a treacherous series of rock formations along the coast of Cuba known collectively as Havanough Rock. The British force had been in a massive line battle until they realized that there was no hope that they could win with their current numbers and would have to wait for reinforcements. The British had already lost 2 fourth rates, a second rate and 6 frigates while the French had only lost 2 third rates and 3 frigates. The British flag signer started signaling the other ships to enter into the rock formations cove. As Matthew was standing at the helm barking orders, Lieutenant Grimm ran up to him with a plate of crumpets. "Your crumpets sir." said Grimm bowing. "Ah excellent, and the fleet is heading into the cove?" "Indeed sir." "Good, good." said Matthew as he took the plate of crumpets. BOOM! Just then a French cannonball flew right by him and hit the plate of crumpets sending them flying into the ocean. "MY CRUMPETS!" bellowed Matthew, "YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU FRENCH SWINE!"