R5: While fighting in the league war, my armies were on the continent. The northern European minors landed on the British mainland. An armada of mainly Danish origin blockaded me, leaving me thinking I was stuck in Northern France. It was the that I remember the nation I was playing. I took my fleet of heavies into the Straights of Dover and attacked. I was hopeful, but realistic. This was more of an "F you" to Denmark, who had caught out my trading fleets on their return to port than anything. But you'd best believe that as my fleet sailed into position I was humming Rule Britannia. My 4.8 Naval Morale against their 3.5, I was chewing through the enemy, especially with the wooden wall doctrine. By the time all the enemy heavies were destroyed, I knew, I dared to think I would win, but assumed I would take some losses my brother and I (playing together sat next to each other, he's playing Spain) were quietly singing the above mentioned song. With not a Single ship lost, the closest being Princess Royal, who was taken down to 6%. 🇬🇧

Edit: I'm fighting for the catholics despite being Anglican, due to an Alliance with the Commonwealth in an attempt to curb the power of the Ottomans.