November 7th, 1905
20 miles east of New York Harbor
It would take Admiral Canevaro's aging eyes a few minutes longer than the younger officers to recognize the unfamiliar profile of the approaching vessel for being the only thing it could be: the new USS Michigan....which had not been expected to be seaworthy until the spring. However, the agents of France, Italy and Spain had underestimated the effect of President McKinley's demand for readiness over the past months. This had expedited the final fitting of the ship and the shakedown cruise.
The ship, under Captain Shafter, had largely proceeded through these tests smoothly and the Captain was ready to answer the call when orders came to speed north with all due urgency.
Shafter still doubted that any of the Europeans (he counted America's "ally" as European as the Captain never trusted the limeys again after their backstabbing in 1861) were really intent on shipping large numbers of heavy capital ships across an ocean (while they were otherwise occupied fighting one another) to attack what was still a neutral power. He was quite certain this was a little sortee to remind America of the Latin Alliance's power or just a round-about route to reinforce Cuba.
Encountering the light division of the Atlantic Fleet sailing south would put an end to this. Signals would be exchanged which explained the horrific defeat of the Atlantic squadron and the loss of at least three of the squadron's 10 capital ships. God only knew what the damned Europeans were doing to New York at the moment. They could have burned Manhattan and Brooklyn to the ground.
Filled with anger, the Captain soon realized that he was now in command of the combined fleet of 10 vessels which had no flag officer present and had no time whatsoever to coordinate an attack strategy in advance. Realizing the chaos that may result in overly complex maneuvers, Shafter would signal simple orders to the nine ships now in tow behind the Michigan.
The could not be simpler for the smaller vessels: advance in line until the order of "General Melee" was given. Then attack nearest vessel which does not outgun you.
That left the Michigan and the Iowa-class Montana, the only capital ships to his armada, to continue in line. The Montana's captain, a 30 year veteran, was unfortunately on leave in Texas having expected the Montana to be under repair and refurbishment for another month. His immediate subordinate was a 12 year veteran and new to the command. This was not the ideal situation on any level.
Since the alternative was for Shafter and his fleet to run away and abandon New York.....well, this was no alternative especially given that he commanded the most modern warship on earth....which was only 70% crewed by men who were unfamiliar with her.
Again, not an ideal situation.
But war seldom lent concessions to the unready and the sailor was determined that he and his makeshift fleet would account well of themselves.
After 24 hours of hard sailing, the fleet reached the mouth of New York Harbor and spied what he expected, at least 8 British vessels. Spotters verified the famous lines of the Cuniberto as well as two Seine-class (or was it Loire-class) heavy cruisers.
This, he realized, would be a hard fight.
Shafter had just ordered the fleet in line formation with the addendum that the lighter ships melee after one pass when one of the eight Latin Alliance ships rather spectacularly exploded.
"What the hell?" he muttered. It was one of the lighter ships, maybe a destroyer or frigate. Probably a fire from the previous day's battle had reached a powder room.
Putting it out of his head, Captain Shafter waited until his 13-inch guns reached their 5 mile ideal range and ordered his gunners to fire away.
Five miles north, Admiral Canevaro would watch in horror as the water spouts flew upwards only 200 yards shallow of the Cuniberto's position. He had been waiting until the enemy reached firing range (technically his guns COULD fire at such a distance but really were so inaccurate as to be not worth the ammunition).
Moments later, he heard the roar of the guns only now reaching his ears.
The American 13-inchers are really something. Only a minute earlier, he learned that the Seine was, indeed, unable to fight and that the Loire could fight but was likely reduced to 10 kph of speed. Against his will, he gave the order he had to give. The Cuniberto and Esmerelda would engage the Americans while the other five ships would retreat directly east.
With a heavy heart he ordered his fleet into battle as the two most powerful ships on earth collided at range. The Cuniberto's captain had spent much of the past day berating his gunners for their poor performance the previous day. Indeed, there was some question if a single shell from the Italian behemoth's 12-inch cannon struck a single enemy ship. The French Loire and Seine, however, had managed at least half a dozen hits. Embarrassed, the Italians desired to regain their honor.
Honor was certainly on hand as the two ships passed two miles apart, each to the other's starboard, only striking/sustaining/exchanging hits when nearly parallel. Both ships rocked. The Cuniberto lost another turret while the aft deck of the Michigan sustained a hit hard enough to knock out men in the engine compartment. Passing, the lead vessels turned their attention on the trailing ships.
The Michigan would have the easier time of the two as the older, lighter Esmerelda would frantically fire her 8 inch guns, barely spraying the Michigan with her near misses. The Michigan, on the other hand, would fire both of her fore-turrets, missing long and short. The aft turret, however, landed amidships the Spanish vessel tearing through her superstructure. While the engines had not been damaged, the rest of the ship had suffered catastrophically. The command deck was gone, both fore and aft guns out of commission and massive fires springing up as fire crews discovered no pressure on their lines. The Esmerelda just kept chugging forward unaware she was already dead.
The Cuniberto, now down two of their six turrets (and half of those which could actually rotate to starboard. Still reeling from the tooth-cracking blow from the Michigan, the Italian guns missed by over 200 yards and the Iowa-Class Montana would put two more shells upon the Cuniberto's deck.
Moment's later, the Italian Admiral would order the Cuniberto to circle about to the east (the Atlantic side) in order to provide more cover to the retreating fleet.
For his part, Captain Shafter was stunned to see most of the enemy ships steaming out to sea, some obviously well below listed maximum speed. Did Dewey hurt them THAT much?
The American sailor did not hesitate. He signaled an early "General Melee" and steamed directly after the retreating Latin Alliance ships. In less than 20 minutes, the van of the American fleet was catching up to the stragglers. The commander of the Montana would take the initiative to engage the Cuniberto and prevent her from rejoining the rest of the fleet.
The Loire and Seine (Shafter did not know which was which) would be the first caught. One was obviously listing to the side. The fore-guns of the Michigan would key in on that one which ceased firing after several obviously failed attempts to level her own aft turrets. The first shell would pierce near the vessel's aft of the Seine, the engines would nearly vibrate to a stop before managing to regain power. But it was too late, the Michigan's guns again found the range, this time landing upon the aft deck, causing carnage and costing the Seine her useless aft turrets. Finally the engines blew in an audible explosion but not before another shell pierced the superstructure killing the command crew. With fires springing up, the Seine's surviving senior officer would strike her colors.
The Michigan would not even slow. Instead, she would seize upon the next of the French ships, this time the lumbering Loire. The Loire had suffered two torpedo hits. However, they were on opposite sides and this somewhat mitigated the hindrance on steering, if not speed. Also, since the French were able to flood compartments on each side, the allowed the vessel to remain stable and therefore able to fight back. Unfortunately, one of the Loire's two main turrets had been hit....the aft turret. Knowing he could not outrun the Americans, the French captain turned his vessel to charge forward with his remaining twin 12-inch gun turret (fore).
The Michigan would take her second hit, a glancing blow off her starboard deck. Dozens of sailors were killed but the guns and engines remained in service. Beyond some minor leakage, the ship remained functional. After several misses by the somewhat green gunners still learning the weapons, the Michigan finally found her range at only 800 yards. The superstructure of the Loire practically disintegrated. Like the Esmerelda, the vessel continued forward without any active command. The Michigan's aft weapons would put two shells into the vessel's hull, effectively ending the battle as the proud French ship began listing badly. The French flag was struck by whoever was left alive.
In the meantime, the light division would catch up the old, slow and damaged Spanish cruiser Infante. Though the Spanish ship outgunned the smaller American vessels, soon she was being bracketed in by rounds from four ships.
Just as it appeared she might get away, the engines took the occasion to give way. The Infante slowed to a dead stop and the mobile Americans began circling like sharks. After taking three hits, the Spanish commander opted to surrender his vessel when he realized he was down to but one set of guns.
10 miles further east, the Cuniberto continued to duel with the Montana, both ships receiving hits. Finally, enough smoke cleared for the Italian commander to realize that most of his fleet was gone. Having sustained at least nine strikes in the past 32 hours, Admiral Canevaro had had enough. He ordered his Captain to turn eastwards towards the open sea. The Montana, equally beat up, would wisely determine not to follow.
It would be another two weeks before the Admiral knew exactly what was left of the proud 16 ship fleet which had sailed so proudly to America. Beyond the Cuniberto, only the French Frigate Desperaux and French Corvette Orleans had managed to return to Cadiz. 13 of the 16 ships had been lost. That the American Atlantic fleet had been similarly bloodied would be cold consolation.
Worse, Canevaro realized that his mission had failed in its principle objective: remove America from active and efficient contribution to the British-German war effort.
Rather than intimidate and humiliate, the Latin Alliance had only managed to enrage.