1958AD: Lots of marching.
Oh, hey, what's this sailing in to our waters? Let's clean that up right quick.
Oh. That's a B-ship. ... I see. Uh... Hmm.

Well...
IBT 1958AD: *brain fart*
Oops. I should have let him have the Fishing Nets and moved the Tin Can in to harbor for safe keeping.
Instead, I stare blankly at the screen
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as they shoot holes in our sentry...
...and proceed to rip up the Fishing Nets anyway!
Next time that happens, somebody plz whack me upside the head, OK?
Of course, I'm not the only fool who fried his brain on the nasty, on this turn.
STUPID AI! (Soren you watching this?)
Take your victory, and this lone wolf unit, and run HOME with your smoking, barely floating hulk!
But no. They charge forward to meet Tin Can v2.0!
1959AD:
While the Carrier Group is in the area, that JAPANESE GALLEON looks like good target practice.
Boom. Glug-glug-glug. ... Sleeping with the