JimboIX said:A fittingly anticlimatic end to the war after the battle, the peace seems an afterthought. What were the terms, white peace? I'm just hoping this doesn't happen again down the line.
Was just geting to that part
March 19th, 1877
The H.M.S. Victoria
The H.M.S. Victoria
A large room was reserved on the ship for the peace talks, which had been going on for the past three week now, but little progress was being made. In the center of the room was a large table where delegates from each side sat to discuss terms; several other seats were placed around it for many ‘nobles’ who paid to watch the talks while others just stood around the table.
President Judah Benjamin sat beside Thomas Jackson on one end while President Alexander Hannibal, president of the United States, sat at the other with General John Pope, the commander of the Army of Maryland.
“Congratulation on your campaign Stonewall, it may have just won us this war for us…though I am disappointed that you allowed Hood to…”
“With all do respect Mr. President, Hood acted on his own in the atrocities in Atlantic City, and being in New York at the time I wasn’t able to do anything about it. Despite his brutal tactics sir, we still need someone like him as long as the war continues.” Jackson interrupted, speaking at almost a whisper.
“I know Jackson, I know, I will deal with him after this ordeal is over..” he stopped as the British General Gordon walked in, representing the British government.
“Gentlemen, we’re now ready to start the talks.” He said, taking his seat and getting down to business. The talks lasted for the next couple of hours, arguments for the Confed-UK alliance was that enough blood shead was enough and it was pointless to go on while General Pope was being the stubborn negotiator, believing that the United States could still over come the invaders.
“I object to any notion of peace and I suggest you do to Mr. President.” Pope said, looking over to Hannibal.
“You may have one several quick victories, but taking report from out west and battles such as Philadelphia and New York…”
“Which you lost.” Stonewall cut him off, speaking In a sharp tone.
“In each of those case’s your armies have been defeated, least I remind you, General Pope, of your failed assault after assault at my lines in Philadelphia.
“If it weren't for those damn British you would be twelve feet under now Jackson and I would be putting Richmond to flame!” Pope shouted, slamming his hand down on desk, making it shake.
“I would suggest you keep your attack dog on a tighter leash President Hannibal, these are peace negotiations and I won’t have this aboard my ship.” Gordan said in a cool tone, staring down Pope back into his chair.
“Now, looking at reports, if you wish to go the statistical way, every battle you have attempted to break through Confederate Lines has failed with massive casualties, your early attempts at breaking through the Stonewall Line were failures as well, correct?” Gordan continued, but nothing was said from Pope.
“It has also come to my attention that due to neglect to your navy, you have suffered several defeats on the sea, while experiencing the inadequacy of your navy first hand, this leads me to believe that any hopes of a counter invasion into the Confederacy would lead to failure.”
“Gentlemen, it would be in all of our interests to come to an agreement, let us agree to end this war now before anymore life is lost. Now London and Richmond have agreed to this Finlay offer, a White Peace to avoid anymore future problems or confrontations…do we have an agreement?”
Before General Pope could again spark up another argument Alexander placed his hand on his shoulder and forced him down in his chair. Slowly nodding he spoke in a solom voice, “We accept.”