"What is your name?"
"Samuel Leach, sir, as good a Briton as ever carried powder to a gun."
"I do not doubt it. Will you tell me what you know of the battle?"
"If your honor would like to hear it."
"I am waiting."
"Well, sir, I don't know as how you would care about hearing about what we thought of you when we saw you bearing down on us."
"Of course you were confident of victory?"
"That's true. And many a bet we made as to the amount of prize money we'd receive. You see, your honor, the men who gets most of the fighting, and who have to work the hardest, gets the least of the prize money. But when your boat fired I heard such a strange noise. It was like the tearing of sails just above our heads. That's the Yankee wind, said I, and so it was.
"My, how the cannon did roar! Both sides were hard at it, and made a most hideous noise.
"Then I heard the shots strike the sides of our ship, and the timbers flew in pieces like kindling wood.