I ran to fetch water, and when I brought it, drank greedily. He seemed taken with this new forces: we would follow, when we left a lot of noise without movement. The mast, broken by the fogonadura, fell on the deck, and behind it the mizzen. The vessel was filled with rubble and the mess was awful.

Fortunately I was in recess and not getting more than a slight wound in the head, which, though stunned me at first, did not stop me sailing away the pieces and ropes that had fallen on me. The sailors and soldiers struggled to dislodge cover such a huge mass of useless bodies, and since then only the low battery artillery fire held. I left as I could, I looked for Martial found him not, and having my eyes fixed on the quarterdeck, I noticed that the commander was not there. Astillazo seriously injured in a head, had fallen lifeless, and the two sailors came up to point to the House. Also ran away, and then a shell shrapnel hit me in the shoulder, which extremely frightened me, thinking that my wound was mortal and would last breath. My embarrassment did not stop me from entering the chamber, where for all the blood that flowed from my wound me weak, leaving for a moment vanished.

At the passenger lethargy, kept hearing the noise of the guns of the second and third battery, and then a voice saying angrily:

“Approach! … Spades! … Axes! “

After the confusion was so great that I could not distinguish what belonged to human voices in such a huge concert. I do not know how, without leaving that state of drowsiness, I took that thought all was lost, and that the officers were assembled in the chamber to agree to surrender, and I can assure you that if it was not invented by me fantasy, then upset, rang in the waist a voice saying: “The Trinity does not surrender!”. Fixed-martial was the voice, if someone actually said that.