The Merchant Vessel
The group of sailors under Morgan's charge closed in on the pile of loot arrayed before them. At first they were like children, bickering and arguing and pulling and tearing, but under the stern glare of their first mate and under the threat of losing fingers, they quickly sorted themselves out and shared the loot among them fairly.
Narcisa Caro
The Devil's Skull & Fist
The pirates definitely seemed to be winning, being superior in number and having taken out many of the opposing crew with the ram. The British did have a slight advantage over them, in that they were better trained, better disciplined and better armed, but their numerical inferiority made such advantages for nothing.
Suddenly, a cry went up from the pirate ship, from a sentry atop the central mast, who had someone managed to cling on to the fabric for dear life while the two ships had collided.
"Captain, enemies ahoy! British fleet approaching! Five ships or so! A third rate at its head, by the looks of it!"
If Nelson looked at where the pirate was pointing, he may just see the vague outline of a large ship and some smaller escorts huddled around it, each ship larger than Nelson's. With islands and sandbanks to his north and east, and the fleet approaching from the south-east, he could only go westward, which would, unbeknownst to Nelson, lead him back to where he was supposed to go, the Caicos islands.
