As one the surviving group of giants seized a hold of the Nathaniel and vaulted their way aboard to land on the flat iron clad deck. They as a group were universal in their desire to rip the ship apart and devour its occupants. They tore away at the heavy steel plating in an effort to make a way through to the ship's interior.
Matt picked up a torch, as did the rest of the crew gathered together around him, as the sound of protesting nails and splintering wood infiltrated the interior space loudly. The giants would soon be inside.
Matt looked around the somber group and said, "To slightly paraphrase on what a great man once said I say this, 'I regret that I have but one life to give on behalf of my friends!' For freedom!!!"
"For freedom!!!" The others echoed out loudly, as they all tossed their torches onto the open casks of gunpowder that lay all around them.
The explosion rocked the harbor with its deafening crash of force and flame. The attacking giants were obliterated by the outpouring of shattered metal and wood splinters.
The USS Nathaniel was no more than scattered pieces of driftwood afloat upon the harbor's surface.
Flynn turned away from the grisly sight and back to steering the Polly forward out to sea. He had entirely underestimated the little professor with a love for history. Now he would never forget him.