Juan Bautista Azopardo was born in Senglea in 1772. He studied naval architecture in Toulon and later on served with French and British fleets. From there, he eventually became a decorated war hero with monuments and schools being erected in his name. Only they were on the other side of the planet.
Azopardo (we’re guessing an early derivate of Azzopardi) served on a Dutch schooner ship during the war between England and the Netherlands and took part in the capture of HMS Neptune, a British frigate.
During the British invasion of Buenos Aires in 1806, he was second in command on the privateer frigate Dromedario. He fought along with the rest of the crew in the assault on the British fortress.
Four years later, during the Argentinian Revolution of 1810, Azopardo joined the revolutionary forces. While fighting in a 1811 battle, he was forced to fight off seven navy ships. With his three measly ships. Jesus.
Sadly, he lost, and was made prisoner by the Spaniards. He was later on moved to Ceuta, where we’re guessing he quickly rose up to the top of the prison food chain.
Dear old Azopardo spent some time in prison until he was released and sent back to Argentina.
Here, he was received as a hero and given the position of Buenos Aires Harbour Master. We repeat. Buenos Aires. Harbour. Master. We dare you to come up with a more badass sounding title.
Azopardo even fought in the war with Brazil ,where he was given command of a brigantine and helped in fighting Brazilian naval forces.
Juan Bautista died peacefully in 1848 and was buried in the city of San Nicolás de los Arroyos.
And where was he buried, we hear you asking? Under a fucking 85-foot marble obelisk.
Since Azopardo was pretty much a hero in Argentina, there’s a bunch of shit dedicated to him.
There’s the Azopardo Rock, Azopardo Point, a goddamn naval base in Azul, several vessels in the Argentinian Navy, Tug Boats, Transport boats, Frigates, coast guard cutters, a street in Buenos Aires, a bunch of fucking schools and also a lighthouse.
But Azopardo is not really forgotten back in his hometown.
Well, sort of; he has one bust at the Senglea waterfront. Maybe it’s time Isla got a towering obelisk?