Standalone short: Tordenskjold's revenge night-raid on Nya Varvet, slipping past Älvsborg in reversed coats — and his parting taunt to the fortress. Leif + Margareta.
Beaten by daylight, the great raider Tordenskjold did the only thing his pride would allow. [pause] He came back in the dark. And what he pulled off that night is half battle, half magic trick.
He borrowed his boats by simply not telling their captains. His men rowed past the Swedish sentries claiming, in the dark, to be friendly galleys bringing in Danish prisoners. And at the naval base, the boarding party turned their red coats inside out, so the blue lining showed, and walked in among the guards as Swedes.
A guard-boat from Älvsborg called into the night: “Who goes there?” And back came the answer, not bothering to hide: “Tordenskjold! Turn about and greet your commandant — tell him I am here to teach him to stay awake.”
By dawn the harbour was burning, the great privateer frigate Le Comte de Mörner among the wrecks. It was a brilliant, spiteful little victory — and the last sea-fight of his life. Fourteen months later, Tordenskjold was dead at thirty, killed in a duel. The fortress he could not take outlived him by three centuries.