After this, the British vessels anchored at the entrance of the harbor. They could thus keep the Essex a prisoner.
The vessels remained in this position for several weeks. On the 28th of March, a furious gale sprang up. The cables of the Essex gave way, and she began to drift out toward the English vessels. Captain Porter now made a desperate effort to escape. He set all sails and made for the open sea.
Suddenly something snapped. The main top-mast came crashing down, carrying sails, rigging, and some of the crew into the water. In this disabled condition escape was impossible. The Essex was driven toward the shore and was finally brought to anchor within pistol shot of the beach.
The Essex had but four guns that would shoot as far as the cannon of the English. The Phoebe and the Cherub took a position out of range of nearly all the Essex guns, and then poured broadside after broadside into the unfortunate vessel.
Captain Porter and his gallant crew fought against these odds until one hundred and twenty-four of the men had been killed or wounded. Then the Essex surrendered.
During all this dreadful battle there was no braver officer than the little midshipman, David Farragut. Sometimes he was carrying messages for the captain; again, he was bringing powder for the guns.
Once when going down the hatchway a wounded man fell upon him. David barely escaped being crushed to death.
Captain Porter was so pleased with his conduct that he mentioned his bravery in his official dispatches to the government.
After the surrender the wounded were removed to shore. David offered his services to the surgeons. He worked early and late, preparing bandages and waiting upon the injured men.
In speaking of this afterward, he said, "I never earned Uncle Sam's money so faithfully."