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The Spaniard recovered from her confusion, steadying on her original tack and firing again. Several shots tore up the water near the Badger’s bows, and Philip saw that they were now using chain.
“He means to cut our cable and let us drift ashore, then range along and hit us with his guns, like,” said the master from his spot by the wheel, “the bloody bastard, begging your pardon, sir.”
Captain Fitton did not reply, but put his glass to his eye to scan the Spaniard’s quarterdeck, looking for the captain. He saw a flash, followed by a small but blinding explosion, and he dropped his glass, clapping his hand to his eye.
For a moment, or a minute, or an hour, it was all he could do not to cry out. A second explosion, much, much larger than the first, knocked him down, and as he picked himself up he realized that the guns had stopped firing. Still holding his streaming right eye shut, he opened his left eye and say why. The Spaniard had exploded. The blast had utterly destroyed the aft half of the frigate and as he watched the fore half capsized so the Philip looked down on her deck. Dozens of men scrambled up the tipping deck as it rolled over on them and, with a groan, sank from sight.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
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