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Fire ships were used, from the time of the Byzantine Empire up to the 19th century, to disrupt, scatter, and sometimes destroy enemy fleets. They were usually employed by badly outnumbered and besieged port towns or navies. A large but relatively worthless vessel would be loaded, in ancient times with dry wood and cloth, and in more recent eras with gunpowder and other combustibles. A device indistinguishable from today's molotov cocktail would be prepared, the intended fire ship launched in the direction of the assailing fleet, and the primitive bomb thrown onto its deck to hopefully break and explode brilliantly. Sometimes sailors would steer the fire ship toward its target, use grappling hooks to attach the two ships, then escape and ignite the weapon. Unless the attacking fleet was trapped in a tight spot, fire ships could usually be avoided easily, but they did have other uses, including destroying bridges and breaking up the formation of the enemy, sometimes drawing them into a trap.

More often than not, though, the use of fire ships either backfired or was ineffective, and the strategy tended to be deployed only in desperate situations. In 1587, Francis Drake was on a mission along the Portuguese and Spanish coasts to disrupt the planned Spanish Armada. In the Bay of Cadiz that spring, in Spanish-controlled Portugal, the garrison under his command set to destroying as many of Spain's ships as possible. After doing much damage on the first day of that expedition, the port's defenders on the second day set many of their own ships on fire in the hopes of doing some damage to Drake's fleet. No damage was done, and Drake's men are reported to have been loudly mirthful that the Spanish did their work for them.

In 1790, during a war between Russia and Sweden for control of the Baltic Sea, the Swedish navy released a fire ship against the Russians. However, the ocean currents brought it back into the midst of their own fleet, where it destroyed two other Swedish ships. The amused Russians presumably gained a much needed break from the pitched battle, which could be said to have ended in a tie.

Of course, fire ships did sometimes accomplish their aims, else the technique would not have survived for a millennium and a half. These aims were best accomplished when they were modest, however, as illustrated by the story of the pirate Charles Vane. In 1718, a new British governor was appointed for the Bahamas, and stamping out piracy was priority #1. He did this (temporarily), largely by granting amnesty, but Vane had not yet made his fortune and did not go along. He was chased by the British through a harbor, so set fire to a prize ship captured from the French, trapping the Brits in the habor's shallowest waters.

In addition to proper use of fire ships, I suspect that those which were set on fire with crew still on board were less likely to succeed, since sailors would probably be more concerned with saving their own hides than with accurate aim and such.

A rather dirty traditional sea shanty, along the lines of Fairport Convention's Bonny Black Hare. I think it may have been performed by northern UK folk band The Spinners, but I only have a rather dodgy recording on cassette with no inlay card.
The fireship in question is a young woman prostitute, who turns out to be more than the young sailor who partakes of her wares anticipates. There's lots of very suggestive nautical imagery and it's all rather fun, although not one to sing to your grandmother.

The Fireship

As I strolled out one evening upon a night's career,
I spied a lofty vessel, and after her I steered.
I hoisted up my sig-i-nals which she very quickly knew,
And when she seen my bunting rise, she immediately hove to.


She'd a dark and a roving eye,
And her hair hung down in ring-a-lets.
She was a fine girl, a decent girl,
But one of the rakish kind.

Oh sailor, please forgive me for being out so late,
But if my parents knew of it, but, sad would be my fate.
My father is a minister, a good and honest man.
But my mother is a dancer; so I do the best I can.


I eyed that girl both up and down for I'd heard such talk before,
And when she moored herself to me, I knew she was a whore.
But still she was a pretty girl; she shyly hung her head.
"I'll go along with you, my lad,'' this to me she said.


I took her to a tavern; and treated her to wine,
But little did I think she was one of the rakish kind.
I dandled her, I handled her and found to my surprise,
She was nothing but a fire ship rigged up in a disguise.


So up the stairs and into bed I took that maiden fair.
I fired off my cannon into her thatch of hair.
I fired off a broadside until my shot was spent,
Then rammed that fire ship's waterline until my ram was bent.


Then in the morning she was gone; my money was gone too.
My clothes she'd hocked; my watch she stole; my sea bag was gone too.
But she'd left behind a souvenir, I'd have you all to know,
And in nine days, to my surprise, there was fire down below!

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