Imagine you were there the night of December 16, 1773 amongst an angry crowd of patriots. You, like the men standing beside you, have had enough of British law and tyranny. Your city, Boston, has reached a boiling point, and now a cry has risen up from the Sons of Liberty, “Boston Harbor, a teapot tonight.” There is a feeling of excitement amongst the crowd, like a gathering storm. You dress up as a Mohawk Indian, march down to Griffin’s Wharf with about a hundred other men, and board one of the three ships anchored in Boston harbor. You and your fellow patriots ply open 342 chests of tea and throw them overboard into the Massachusetts Bay. You ensure that no one gets the idea to salvage any of the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water, so you use a paddle to stir every last leaf into the sea.