Goodyflukes riding on an ancient whale who broke through the lines at
Gloucester, who rammed the cannonade, the blockade, the blockage of
stout wooden whaling ships. Well...the ships were all gone on extended
whaling voyages of a year or more on the 7 seas, and while they were
all gone, the whales flanked em and attacked Boston directly. You
should've seen them, towering over the 2-storey brick buildings with
gigantic waterbreathing gear on their heads, walking on their
ridiculous little flukes, blasting away with a kind of gatling gun that
shot gobs of ambergris. Nobody prospered but the perfumers that day.