America-The Rise of a Nation

The following is alternate History

The United States is a very young nation, having been in existence for 15 years. The President John Adams finds himself leading his country into a new age of the world, which is embroiled by war.

Revolutionary France has been at war with Great Britain since 1793. In August 1797, after the defeat of Austria in the Italian Campaign. Napoleon Bonaparte wrote a letter to the Directory suggesting the capture of Egypt, a province of the Ottoman Empire. On July 1st, 1798 Napoleon landed successfully at Alexandria. He then began driving towards Cairo, on July 21st,1798, he met an army of Mamluk Cavalry, and decisively defeated them at the Battle of the Pyramids. Shortly thereafter he entered Cairo.

In the backdrop of all this is the new nation across the Atlantic. The following is its story...

At the beginning of the year January 1, 1799, John Adams met with his cabinet. What they discussed included what was best to get America on the right track. The country at this point is poor and backwards, the land undeveloped. Relations with other countries were precarious, no trade relations were forthcoming. The economy is weak, and stagnant. National defense was another issue, the army included only four divisions, without cavalry and artillery, some 24,000 men, mostly untrained with poor armament. The Navy was also in a horrible state, two privateers and two caravels were all that could be called upon and this through the good fortune of their commanders, for their ships are not commissioned.

John Adams turned first to the commander in chief of the army, George Washington, lowering his spectacles, he looked up at the giant man. "George what do you think about rebuilding the army?", Adams said as he took his glasses of and started to wipe them with a white handkerchief. The former president looked down with a slight grin and said cooly, "I am under the impression it will cost more than we are able to afford right now, I believe we have to make do with what we have." With a slight pause to think, he continued, "Mr. President the economy must come first, but I think our first step should be to better equip our forces, and create a system of gathering conscripts to form militias to defend our shores. While we are building our economy, I will get started reorganizing our military so they will be in a better position to mobilize if needed." Finishing, George gazed out the window, the capital seemed to be alive with activity, many folks were out, walking their dogs and children. One little girl noticed the former president looking down at her, though she did not know who he was, she smiled and waved. Her momma grabbed her hand and they were soon out of sight. George smiled slightly and returned to his chair.

President Adams told the general thank you, and the session continued on. Oliver Wolcott Jr. the Secretary of the Treasury of the United States, asked to be allowed to speak. "Certainly sir, we all are wondering what you think about getting us going in the right direction", replied Adams. Wolcott quickly got to the point, "Trade sir, trade this is the most important thing we can do to make money and strengthen the economy. It will also help us deal forthright with other nations seeking to buy or exchange goods with us. We also have to improve our infrastructure, through mining, farming, and fishing. We have to use our vast natural resources for our benefit."
John Adams nodded his head in agreement, stood up, and put his spectacles back on. "Gentlemen I want to thank you for your time, I think we are finally getting somewhere, to bring our country into the future. Meeting adjourned let's go get some lunch." With that they stood up, with the exception of Wolcott, who was busy outlining a plan for countries whose trade would help the United States grow.

There is going to be a hold on this story, just for a bit. What I am going to do to make the game more interesting, is add great generals for each of main civs, so that each produces generals from the era. For instance I don't think Patton...even though it would be pretty cool, even though he believed in reincarnation, should be born in France. Patton did however, say he was a Marshall of France in an earlier life.

I also am working to transform this mod to BTS 3.19 RevolutionDCM, so this story and playing this mod, will give me a break from staring at a map and xml for a bit, I know how tedious and frustrating that can be sometimes.

After this story is complete, I am going to start a story about World War One, playing as Russia, while I bring that mod up to date to BTS 3.19 RevDCM. I expect this project to take some time, mostly the maps because I am adding cities, and improvements myself. Switching over the xml should'nt be too bad, just time consuming. For World War One, which I will call the Great War, there is alot of units to transfer. I also want to add a naval academy to this and probably the Napoleon mod as well. The Great War will also have generals for each civ, so the Germans will have Von Kluck and Hindenburg. Also for a joke I might even make Adolf Hitler into a Great Artist, no just kidding.

In any case after or during the completion of both mods, I will try to get some help with Python. I am just beginning to learn it and have a long ways to go. I will be back with an update after the generals are in place.

The American government decides to research Mobilization.

One of the most important concerns to American army leaders, is the fact that a firearm development program needed to be implemented, in order to compete with other nations of the world. The U.S. model 1770 Infantry Musket, shown below, was becoming obsolete.

Although small arms development was under way from 1795, in the Springfield Armory, located in Massachusetts; it would take time for the new weapons to be equipped to Infantry formations. The best thing was production was held in small numbers, because of the minoot size of the American army. The quality of weapons because of the lessened demand for production, was significantly higher. With improved quality the design was on its way to being mastered, for a time when more weapons may have to be built.

Prototype of the model 1795 U.S. Infantry Musket

The next concern for the Government of the United States are civic choices that will lead to improving the economy. A Bureaucracy to improve production and funds is put in place in Washington. Production and expansion are the best things to revive a state of economical recession, which has affected the young nation since the end of the revolution. The other improvement implemented is a free market, which is a market free of government intervention and regulation. The idea is essentially mediated by supply and demand within the market itself, rather than the what the state proposes. Supply and demand and purchasing power decide what is produced and who gets what. The Free Market will also create an extra trade route per city. This will strengthen the nation's money making ability, because of the opening up of our market to trade with foriegn powers.

Training of the military is also made mandatory, under the leadership of George Washington. Below the Maryland Militia fortify the capital to prepare them just in case an invasion occurs one day.

The United States Navy is virtually non-existent at this point, another issue the government will have to find funding for in the near future to protect the country from invasion. The feeling around government quarters is that there is no reason to prepare for an invasion, because it would be an impossibility. The illusion of safety centered around the nuetral intentions of the country, have caused a lax in what should be done to strengthen the nations ability to fight an invasion. This isolationist thinking may have reprocussions later on.

The Privateer Elliot going on station off the Virginia Coast, in service of the Navy
Department.

The United States begins trade relations with Naples(we give clams for fish), Portugual(also clams for fish), and Federick Wilhelm III of Prussia. We receive fine furs for clams.

Federick Wilhelm III of Prussia

In September, 1799 the city of Philadelphia is producing culture at 6 per turn. Though regrettably we had to switch from building the Great Library to Hermitage, our second best option for a culture producing wonder. The interesting thing is the two foreign trade routes that have opened up with Prussia from the cities of Breslau and Konigsburg.

Heres Demographics for America week 3 September, 1799. We are coming along pretty well although, neglecting the military. I hope there is not a price to pay for that.

In New England, Boston is also coming along nicely. Trading with Berlin, Prussia and Lisbon Portugal. Boston is producing 12 culture, and over 8 gold per turn.


Then on December 21st 1799, Gustav IV Adolf of Sweden declares war on the United States. The American army is unprepared for invasion, only four divisions of infantry are armed with obsolete muskets, and only partially trained. Everywhere the news begins to spread of impending doom. Stories of Vikings doing unspeakable destruction, travels from town to town like wildfire.

Gustav IV Adolf

The United States Congress had an emergency session to deal with the crisis. President John Adams gave a moving speech, and spoke about the passing of the beloved father of the country, George Washington who died only nine days before on December 14th, of pneumonia. He then turned his attention to King Gustav of Sweden. "The aggressions that the Kingdom of Sweden has thrust upon us, will not be tolerated by the people of the United States. We will have our day, but it will be a long road of darkness and struggle. In the end there can be no other course open to us other than Victory! As Americans our resolve allows us no less, and that goes for any nation that changes the thoughts of our minds, and mistakes our kindness and nuetrality as weakness." As President Adams finished the speech and took his glasses off to clean them, a ferocious applaud erupted. Crys of Liberty! Freedom! and Justice! were sent forth. Finishing his speech John Adams said his farewells, for his term is ending. in the great Presidential race, he was defeated by the President-elect Thomas Jefferson 65 electoral votes to 73. With that War was declared against Sweden.

These Demographics show how the United States looked just prior to the war with Sweden.

The Kingdom of Sweden land two divisions of infantry south of Boston on December 21, 1799.

In command of Swedish forces is General Count Carl Johan Adlercreutz, risen from his recent rank of Colonel to command this expedition against the Americans. His distaste for King Gustav IV Adolf is well known. His duty and honor, however, are untolerable, and unblemished. He fought with distinction against the Russians in the war of 1788-1790. His duty to his country is foremost on his mind, even if he does not agree with his king on foreign affairs, he is not one for disobeying orders.

He is of Finnish decent born in Borga, Finland in 1757. He joined a Finnish light cavalry brigade in 1770, when he was only thirteen years old. He knows of the ineptness of the American military, but respects their recent victory over England.

In command of American forces is Alexender Hamilton, who was the in command of three battalions of light infantry at the battle of Yorktown. At the head of his troops he took redoubt #10 after a brave bayonet charge. With French troops taking redoubt #9, General Lord Cornwallis, had no choice but to surrender, which he did by ordering his second in command, Brigadier General Charles O'Hara to do, on October 19th, 1781.

The first fighting breaks out at sea just before dusk on December 22, 1799.

The privateer Bedford engages a Swedish privateer, who is covering the landing south of Boston. The Bedford of 20 guns, gains her wind and rakes the port beam of the Swedish vessel called the Shark, also of 20 guns. A Swedish sailer tugging on some rigging dissappears in the failing light, as a 4lb. cannonball hits him directly in the chest, crumpling his body out into the green sea with a horrendous splash. At this, the Swedes turn to starboard to get their guns to bear. The Americans wasting no time, bring every musket man available topside. The captain issues orders to stand by guns. The ships close to a range of 250yards.

The Swedish vessel opens fire, once parallel with the Bedford. Several marines are hit and blown to pieces. One of the balls crashes through the hull and richochets below decks amidships, smashing several wine casks. A lantern falls and begins a fire, smoke begins billowing out into the air between the ships. Soon a blaze begins, the captain of the Bedford, Captain Hornaday, orders the fire to be put out immediately. This will take time and could cost him his ship.

Now the Americans open up with a concentrated cannon and musket fire. The Swedish helmsan is shot through the heart and dies instanstly. Another man quickly takes over the helm. The enemy ship is shot through with holes in several places, and three guns are put out of action. The Swedes still fire back and at that moment a broadside echoes simultaneously from both vessels. Musket and cannon fire rip into both ships. Four sailors on the Shark disappear in a explosion of red flame. The quarterdeck is mauled with musket fire as three officers are shot several times, and the first lieutenant has his head blown off, by a cannonball that richochets off the mainmast. The blood and brains erupt like a massive hemorrhage from his shoulders, the body falls effortlessly down the stairs to the main deck. A giant crack is suddenly heard from the Bedford and her mainmast tumbles down, bringing rigging and death down upon at least a dozen men. Her deck runs red from her dying and wounded. Captain Hornaday still continues to fight on and orders the mess cleared away, while the fight continues. The ships fire is still blazing hot amidships, he decides to try to close to board his enemy. As he is about to give the command a Swedish cannonball hits a keg of powder amidships and explodes. The effect is disastrous, a huge plume of smoke and fire rips through the deck sending wooden shrapnel in every direction. A jagged piece slams into the captain's left eye, killing him instantly. Men gather around their commander, checking for signs of life, there are none. His body is moved out of the way, as the fight continues.

The Swedish continue firing and decimate the American ship, all but one of the Bedford's guns is put out of action. The ships then close together as the Swedish continue pouring balls into the smashed starboard side of the Bedford. Fires are still raging below decks, though not a bad as before. The Swedish Captain orders grappling hooks to be slung across, he then leads the attack on the Bedford, jumping across with his great cutlass in hand. The Americans try one last ditch effort to stem the Swedish boarders, but they are too many. After a brief bloody fight the Americans are forced to surrender. The crew is bound and transported across to the Shark for safety. American officers are put down in the hold with the enlisted men. The rest of the night the Swedish fight the fires on the enemy vessel. The Bedford was in a terrible state fires were out of control, the ship was smashed and taking on water, listing slightly to starboard. More than once was the order to abandon ship countermanded. Towards dawn a fresh rain begins, which help some with the fires. The hull was shored and the leaks stopped. Her mainmast was still in need of repair. At dawn a prize crew was placed aboard with orders to get her back into at least enough shape to make port.

On the afternoon of December 23, 1799 the small brig Danielle attacks and captures the Swedish galleon Bjorn. This essentially leaves the Swedish army stranded in America. General Adlercreutz now realizes that his only hope for survival are reinforcements from Sweden. This does not impede his desire for a victory over the Americans.

The following day the Danielle is sunk by the privateer Shark, who captured the Bedford on the 22nd.

On Christmas day an ironic situation took place. The captured Bedford, manned by a Swedish prize crew, was overtaken and sunk by the newly captured Swedish galleon Bjorn. The Americans did not have time to rename her, but manhandled the badly damaged Bedford, who's mainmast was once again put out of commission. Her remaining gunpowder store exploded, by a chance cannonball. This caused a giant explosion, which cracked her keel, killing everyone on board. She sank in twelve minutes.

The Swedish Fleet now ceased to exist off American shores, except for the badly damaged Swedish privateer Shark.

On the 29th of December, the 1st N.Y. Vol. Inf are advancing north from New York City. The weather is very cold with a light snowfall, the troops are bundled in anything extra they can find, scarves, old bits of blankets, any rags made of cloth. Some lucky soldiers even have warm buckskin or beaver hats. Most however, pray for a stop and a warm fire. The division has been on the march since late on the 22nd. Supplies have been less than reliable, but the men push on to help their brothers in Boston. In between is the 12,000 man Swedish army. Many volunteers swell the ranks of the militia on the march from New York, as news of the invasion spread, throughout the colony.

Chosen to lead the group is General William Heath, a retired veteran from the American Revolution. Heath volunteered his services as soon as he heard of the invasion. William who lives in Massachusetts was on a visit to New York City, to see his friends daughter get married, he volunteered for the position, upon hearing news of the invasion. He was given the the rank of Lieutenant General of Militia after an anonymous vote of the soldiers in the area, they were happy to have a man of his quality lead them. The new General wasted no time and began forming his regiments and brigades. At 9pm on the 22nd his division began the march north out of the city. His supplies were in a state of chaos and ammunition was low, what wagons
were available fell behind quickly. Some of his men were lucky to have 15 rounds of ammunition. The force had no artillery, but the limited reconnaissance available to him, told of the enemies vast shortage of artillery as well.

Early the next morning reports of the enemy being nearby started to come in. Ahead of him was a large open field and on his left flank was the Hudson River. At 5 am he called an emergency officers call, where he told his brigade commanders his plans.He would place his main force in a line of battle, with a reserve of two regiments 200 yards behind, with his left flank against the river. The reserve Brigade was dubbed the 2nd Brigade and would be commanded by a man named P.T. Cullum, who possessed alot of combat experience, an unequaled reputation for barroom brawling, and a passion for dueling. Brigadier General Cullum also has a reputation as an Indian fighter, and fought in the Battle of Fallen Timbers, where the famed Legion of the United States, defeated an oganization of Indian tribes. The battle was a rout but legend says Cullum had a two day battle with a Potawatomi Chief known as Rain Cloud, who knife fought him until both fell from exhaustion. The next morning Cullum woke up in the forest with a tomahawk laying next to his head, and the feather of an eagle on his chest. Cullum not knowing or caring about the Indians asked what this meant, an old Indian scout in his sub-legion told him, "When one receives an Eagle Feather that person is being acknowledged with gratitude, with love, and with ultimate respect." P.T. always respected Indians afterward and always remembered Rain Cloud, but never saw him again. He carried the very tomahawk with him at his side today.

By 6:30 am the lines of battle were set, riding his brown charger, General Heath rode up and down the line collecting cheers as he rode. "Look upon our enemy men, with their powdered wigs and perfect uniforms. They invade our land and not for a tax, for a tribute. Yes Men! A Tribute! Gold is the measure of their valor! Ours is Glory!" With that he reared his horse, and drew his sword, and cried out, "Wait for my command to fire, and hold steady!"

The Swedish came on quickly with discipline and order. Their General Dobeln rallied them from the back of a large black horse.

General Dobeln rallies his men

His men let out a rising cheer, then the ranks began to move forward towards the Americans. The fog of the morning still clung to the ground, and the hazy light was still trying to pervade the clinging darkness. Soon the stomping of boots was heard louder and louder, some frightened Americans dropped their muskets and ran. Suddenly out of the murky fog came the imposing Swedish infantry, their numbers hard to determine. They halted about fifty yards from the New York Volunteers and dressed ranks. The orders Klar! Mål! Eld! were given, at that the whole line erupted in a hail of musketry.

Swedish Infantry open fire

Huge swaths of Americans fall to the ground all along the line. Some fall screaming, most never rise again. General Heath then gave out the cry to fire. The intensity of the smoke was impenetrable as the volley let loose. Many Swedes collapse in piles as bodies clumped together in ghastly formations of horror.

New York Militia returns fire.

The enemy infantry met the Americans muzzle to muzzle and soon gained the upper hand. Two more Swedish volleys racked the Americans so, that it seemed not many remained. The surviving Militia turned with fright, with the new experience of war in their minds, and fled unorderly, in a panic stricken mass, from the field. There was no stopping them, they went in all different directions some tripping over muskets thrown down in haste to escape. General Heath chased along to try to slow them down. All was in vain the main body of troops disappeared in a rout, probably ongoing until New York is reached.

Situation 7:45am: 1st New York Volunteer Infantry retreats

The only force left on the field are the troops under the command of Cullum, a force of 1200, two full regiments. His men allowed the deserters through the ranks not even trying to stop them. The general shouted the order to charge bayonets, for he knew this wonderful fog that continues to surround the area, would be the enemy's undoing. Where the fog receded, smoke from the recent musketry filled the void. The order for double quick was sounded and the men's pace quickened, gunpowder permeated their flaring nostrils, as anger boiled deep in their souls for revenge. 1200 bayonets pointed forward as the men were almost full speed. The flag bearer dropped the regimental colors, and another soldier picked it up and tucked the flag under one arm and his musket under the other. As the first blue and yellow Swedish uniforms came into view, Cullum at the top of his voice, while waving his sword, shouted, "CHARGE BOYS!" As the first blue and yellow Swedish uniforms came into view. All the men screamed at the top of their lungs as they smashed into the surprised Swedish infantry. The force of impact sent such shockwaves through the enemy column, so fierce that the Swedish left flank was completely caved in. The flank was completely rolled up, and the remnants broke and fled, but the charging bayonets, kept them pinned and the only direction for the terrified soldiers to go was back to the rear of their own lines. In the meantime the frontal assault crashed into the foe with no mercy, men were massacred by the hundreds with no room to maneuver and even to lift their muskets to defend themselves. The bloodshed seemed never ending, men were stabbed or shot any where that could be imagined. Corpse upon corpse piled up, and blood soaked the damp ground. The Americans did not stop they just kept slaughtering them. One Swedish Colonel was lifted off the ground and carried away by two soldiers, their bayonets both deep in his back. The man still swung his sword wildly in an attempt to maim his attackers. Cullum who was nearby swung his tomahawk and chopped into the Colonels face, severing his head in two as easy as a melon. With a furious laugh he continued on into the fray, like a maniac let loose from an asylum. The fight continued in a frenzy of horror. Soon the carnage became so desperate for the Swedish Infantry, that they tried to turn and retreat. They ended up heading straight into their own frightened exhausted men who came towards them trying to escape the bayonets in their backs. Soon they were being annihilated, surrounded on three sides, many laid down their arms and pleaded for mercy. Individuals who could, escaped from the Americans, by running along the river bank to the north. More and more were able to get away because instead of pushing towards the river to cut off their enemies, Cullum's men were in a state of rage unequaled, and were busy obliterating those in their midst. Of 2,500 men, only two hundred were left, now surrounded. Some 1,100 were able to escape. The rest of some 1,200 were killed or wounded. The remaining were lead by a captain, who tried to surrender immediately. But somebody fired a musket off that hit Cullum in the ear. The man became furious with hatred. He roared a blood curdling yell and charged in swinging his tomahawk, killing a score of the enemy by his own hand. The remaining Swedish attempted to fight back but they were exhausted, all they could hope to do is hold off their death blow for as long as their strength allowed. This was not long soon all were dead. The Americans were also exhausted as many fell and collapsed, as the rush of adrenaline wore off. Most lay in piles of enemy dead with no care of what had transpired, they were too tired to care.

General Cullum who bled from a wound to his ear, started to get his men to their feet.
They were drastically short of ammunition, and even more short of strength. Most men were down to one round left per man, many without any at all. Many of the Swedish wounded were crying in their own language, evidently begging for help. Unknown to the Americans, who were trying to get themselves organized to march from the field and try to find out what happened to the rest of the division, danger was near. The fog has kept hidden a small force of Swedish Infantry who took up positions behind their division at a place called Mason's farm. This battalion of 300 men kept resolute and quiet during the fighting. Their patience was about to pay off. Earlier they had seen their General Dolbeln pass to their right with eleven hundred men in retreat. His staff desperately trying to keep up. Major Johanssen in command of the 15th reserve battalion, waited for the right time to strike. He knew the Americans were ready to withdraw and that they had no fight left in them. He decided to attack. Quietly he thrust his sword down and his men began to follow him slowly and as quiet as possible. He could very soon see the first Americans as he came through the fog barrier. His men looked at the horrible damage done to his comrades. He then gave the command to charge. The small unit surged out of the breaking fog in a fury.

Swedish 15th reserve Battalion Charges

Upon seeing this Cullum, counter charged with a platoon of 45-50 men he was able to organize as a rear guard. He contested the enemies charge, by fighting like a man possessed. Quickly he cut two men down with his tomahawk, and killed two more with a brace of pistols, after throwing his tomahawk into the head of another. But the Swedish charge overwhelmed him, he was soon after gutted by several bayonets. Major Johanssen looked down at his foe with a drawn pistol. General Cullum with a last act of resistance, called out, "Bastard!" The major silenced him with a ball between the eyes. The other New Yorkers were cut down to a man, the rest of the brigade surrendered or dispersed. Of the men who ran away, many died from exhaustion. Some 800 men were taken prisoner.
Most of these were able to get away during the night, as the guards assigned to them were two few to stop them. The major had taken the field and he built a makeshift camp to rest his men. In the following days he would rest his men and try to bury the dead of both sides. Of 200 remaining American prisoners, two were shot by firing squad and one was hung, when these three attempted the life of the major. This foolish attempt of assassination was made an example of. The remaining prisoners were marched back to General Adlercreutz's camp.

Situation 12:35 pm the 2nd Brigade surrenders

The Battle of Mason's Farm was over. The casualties suffered are as follows.

1st New York Volunteer Infantry 6000 men
Killed=600
Wounded=1200
Captured by the Enemy=200
Retreated=4000

5th Swedish Infantry 6000 men
Killed=513
Wounded=897
Retreated=4290
Remaining=Around 300

Both sides had troops run away at different parts of the battle, all the troops fighting for the most part had little combat experience. The battle was a tactical Swedish victory, but a strategic American victory, because of the two Swedish divisions, one was mostly destroyed as a fighting force.

On the last day of the year, December 31, 1799, the schooner Rachel spotted the Swedish privateer Shark, and set to attack her. The captain of the Rachel realized that he was severly outgunned, but his ten gun ship could sail circles around then enemy sloop, if the wind permitted. About five miles off Cape Cod the battle commenced. The small schooner came within 150 yards and let loose a broadside that wracked the starboard bow of the Shark. Huge chunks of wood splintered as the triple-shotted 4lb. balls slammed into her side, as clouds of grey smoke exploded from her wounds. The Swedish Captain knew his ship desperately was in need of repair, but decided without a choice of escape due to his limited maneuverability, to engage. His well trained crew fired a broadside that hit the little schooner, several enemy sailors were smashed to bits, and a decent amount of rigging was damaged. As the Rachel tacked to starboard, the shark let loose another ferocious barrage, his men commanded to fire as their guns bear. This time the damage was similiar, except one man a quartermaster named Stevens, lost his right arm, as one of the small swivel guns was hit directly, and took the young seaman's arm with it.

The wind was one Rachel's side as she bore down, close hauled towards the starboard quarter of the Shark. Five Booms in equal succession fired as the triple shot pounded her foe's side. Fairly good size holes developed, destroying two cannon in the process. Inside the gun deck splinters of wood tore through everything in their path. Men were mutilated, and some were crushed by the cannons lifted off the destroyed gun carriages. The Rachel reloaded her puny but effective broadside, and turned towards the stern of the Shark. The Shark's captain knew the end was near and was contemplated bringing down his colors.

Aboard the Rachel, again the order rang out, "Fire as your guns bear!" The first gun let loose and smashed through the windows in the stern of the Shark, and did unspeakable damage. All five guns fired into this vulnerable part of the ship, the inside of the privateer was literally ripped apart as explosion after explosion ripped through the hull. The reserve store of gunpowder exploded shortly after lifting the ship almost out of the water. Bodies of burning men were thrown far and wide, as the crippled ship began going down stern first. The Rachel's boats were ordered to search for survivors. Only twelve were picked up. The captain of the Shark went down with his ship, with sword drawn and against his right shoulder, showing grace and courage. In a few moments the sea was quiet and serene.

The Swedish Navy had been completely destroyed off the shores of America. It would be up to the Army to finish the job. With one division defending Boston. Two other divisions remained to quell the invasion. One was the 1st Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry under the command of Lieutenant General Wilkinson, who was on his way towards Boston.

Rachel sinks the Swedish privateer Shark

How do you know it is Swedish?

Dumanios said:

How do you know it is Swedish?

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The turquoise colored flag and units are the Swedish.

Then the Swedes must suck at hiring pirates.

Dumanios said:

Then the Swedes must suck at hiring pirates.

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Yes these invasions are rather aggravating and puny. I should have an update soon. I plan on actually finishing the story. Just having a bit of an imagination block.

On the night of December 31st at the Swedish headquarters tent of General Adlercreutz...

The general, distraught at the news of the defeat at the battle at Mason's farm, paces endlessly trying to ponder what to do. He nervously checks over his maps between rounds around the tent. Thoughts roll around in his head, while wondering what his next step should be. Will his enemies attack again soon, while he is trapped here. He realizes his resources are running low, things like food, and firewood. His men are freezing they are trapped in this strange land, not knowing what the future holds. It is madness!

A sentry comes in as the general is leaning over the parchment and scanning the defenses of Boston. "Sir, Captain Carlsson is here to see you, should I admit him." As the young man finished he stood sharply at attention. "Yes yes", the general replied, causing the candles to flicker as he spoke.

A moment later a tall officer with blond hair neatly braided down to the middle of his back, entered the tent. Saluting his superior, he ask for permission to speak freely.
Adlercreutz looking up into the mans bright blue eyes said, "Yes Carlsson, what news of General Dobeln?" The tall young captain looking straight ahead, began his report. "Sir, General Dobeln has returned back to the camp of Major Johanssen. He has reorganized his division and is still near Mason's farm. He awaits further orders while preparing for the next move by the Americans. Rumors he heard, are that a whole American division is on the way to relieve Boston. He asked me to give you this dispatch sir." Finishing, the captain reached in his jacket and pulled out a scroll of paper, with a thin red ribbon wrapped around it, and handed it to the general.

The general opened the scroll letting the ribbon float to the ground. With a gesture of his hand, he put the captain at ease. Then he began reading with a seriousness of a commander in need of good news. Looking up he said to the captain, "I want you to take a wagon with some powder and ammunition to General Dobelns camp, and a corporals guard assisting in its security, will accompany you. Also, I want you to give this dispatch I am writing to Major Johanssen, it is his promotion to full Colonel, for his bravery in the battle of Mason's farm. Tell general Dobeln to hold his position, I think he is going to have company soon. Those Americans are persistent, especially knowing the 5th blocks their route to Boston. Thank you Captain." With that he handed the young man the dispatch.

Grabbing the paper and shoving it in his coat, the young man looked up, and said, "Yes sir, I shall depart immediately."

Soon, General Adlercreutz continued his thought process on what to do. Thinking to himself he decided to wait and see. His situation was very precarious, Boston had a division of American Militia, to the north. He knew he did not have the strength to besiege the town. To his south-west his other division blocked the road to the north, for the Americans, controlling this would make it easier for them to attack him. First they would have to attack Dobelns 3,720 men that remain to the 5th Division. He would sit and wait and see where events lead to. Maybe just maybe they will make a mistake, and when they do he'd be ready.

I am happy people still read this story, sadly though I lost my save game for this due to a worm virus which got into my computer from utorrent. I am thinking of doing a story from my Great War mod. I have to test my game a bit more before I do. I don't want anything to stop me from finishing it. I feel bad about this because I had some excellent ideas for this story. However, I am sure a story set in World War One will certainly give me plenty of ideas to keep a good story going.

That sucks.

Sorry to hear about your computer virus. This was a really good story--very imaginative with plenty of detail. Thanks for sharing.

Aspe4 said:

Sorry to hear about your computer virus. This was a really good story--very imaginative with plenty of detail. Thanks for sharing.

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No problem, and thanks for the good review. I will be back and writing something at some point. I am doing some modding brainstorming right now with the Giant Earth Map, 1860AD scenario. I have been researching the American Civil War to begin with.