Captain Carter had fought furiously, but had been wounded fatally by a cutlass blow from John Tempest.
Nearly all the crew of the Caroline lay on the deck, with wounds great or small.
It was a dismal sight, as the privateersmen moved around with lanterns looking at the faces of the dead and dying.
"Can there be any one below?" asked Tempest.
"I thought I heard a cry, sir," answered Scarron.
"Ay, a woman's cry."
"Not likely that same, sir, asking your pardon for being so bold, but women don't go to sea at times like these."
"We must search the ship and report."
"Ay, ay, sir; it is a great prize we have made."