"Quarters, for God's sake! Our ship is sinking. Our men are dying of their wounds."
"How can you expect quarters while your flag is flying?" demanded Captain Tucker.
"Our halliards are shot away."
"Then cut away your ensign staff, or you'll all be dead men."
It was done and the firing ceased. A dreadful execution had taken place on the Englishman's deck, more than a third of her crew being dead and wounded, while blood was everywhere.
And so we take our leave of Captain Tucker. He was one of the kind of sailors that everyone likes to read about.