But in the end, all these glories faded, which, being as they were purely dream, no wonder, when we see real also vanish. It’s all over when I opened my eyes and saw my littleness, associated with the magnitude of the disasters that had attended. But strange thing!, Awake, gunfire also felt, I felt the awful noise of the scuffle, and shouts that heralded a great activity in the crew. I thought I still dream, I sat on the couch where he slept, attended with care, and, indeed, a thunderous cry of Long live the King hurt my ears, leaving no doubt that the ship was beating Santa Ana again.

I went outside, and I take care of the situation. The weather had calmed down enough: to windward, some vessels were dismantled, and two of them British, were firing on Santa Ana, who defended under two others, one Spanish and one French. I could not understand this sudden change in our situation as prisoners looked aft and saw our flag floating instead of English. What had happened?, Or rather, what happened?

In the stern castle was one that I knew was General Alava, and, though wounded in several parts of his body, showed the strength to lead this second match, intended perhaps to forget about the Santa Ana the misadventures of the first. The officers encouraged the crew, it loaded and fired the pieces that had been serviceable, while some were engaged in guarding, teniéndoles at bay, the English, who had been disarmed and cornered in the first deck. The officers of this nation, which before were our guards, they had become prisoners.