The rumble of artillery fire stripped Liverpool of its slumber, and drowsy citizens furrowed their brows as they crawled out of bed.
Although everyone inevitably cursed a few times, the sound of gunfire coming from the sea almost every day had eventually become routine to them.
And it wasn't just the citizens of Liverpool who remained awake among the booms of artillery fire; some people, harboring various thoughts, had not slept all night.
The old Liverpool docks, a street full of inns lies opposite the Golden Lion Hotel.
As a port city, it was not uncommon for the docks to have numerous inns catering to tourists and sailors alike.
But due to recent quarantine policies at the harbor, business had been generally poor.
The once crowded inns now had empty rooms everywhere; just breaking even was considered good business.