Okay, so I'm taking a short break from writing essays in the wee hours of the morning to bring you a mini-omake.
M&M
"..." the Admiral stood at the docks, staring out into the bay as the intermittent cracks of old cannons engaged in a shouting match with roaring broadsides.
"Sir," the Admiral's aide asked, "How... How long have they been at it?"
"Five hours," the Admiral answered tiredly, "They should be running out of ammunition soon."
"...Why did it have to be them?" the aide also asked.
"I don't know," the Admiral rested his head in his hands, "Why."
"SINK ALREADY YOU SOUTHERN HARLOT!!!" the USS Monitor shouted angrily, her back-mounted turret firing its two cannons while a full broadside of cannonballs bounced off her side.
"NEVER, YOU NORTHERN WHORE!!" the CSS Virginia (formerly USS Merrimack) yelled defiantly, Monitor's shots doing nothing more than denting the two massive iron-clad wooden shields she held, one for each arm.
"THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN!" Virginia declared, cannons firing out of the gunports in her shield, most missing the Monitor or glancing off her turret.
"Useless," the Admiral moaned into his hands, "Just... useless..."