I just finished a book about Benedict Arnold's ill-fated assault on Quebec, via the Kennebec and Chaudiére Rivers in 1775. He ordered 200 batteaus ( a pointy doryish wood-planked boat) to be built by Reuben Colburn, a local carpenter, who had a matter of weeks to cut and mill the wood, dry it, and find enough nails, none of which really happened all that effectively. Here are a few of the quotes from the soldiers on the expedition:
We hall'd up our Batteaus and Caulk'd them, as well as they could they being very leaky, by being knocked a Bout a Mong the Rocks, and not being well built at First.
I would heartily wish the infamous constructors, who, to satisfy there avaricious temper, and fill there purses with the spoils of their country, may be obliged to trust to the mercy of others more treacherous than themselves, that they might judge the fear and undergo the just reward of their villainy.
Could we then have come within reach of the villains who constructed these things, they would have fully experienced the effects of our vengeance.... Avarice or a desire to destroy us, perhaps both, must have been their motive.