William Mowett stands on the destroyed Deck of the Neptune and fixed his glass. “ Damn another Sail. Could it be that the French send a third frigate or is that one of us?” He talked to himself and could just duck as another broadside hit the left hull. “ Captain, they hit the gun deck again and one broadside more and we will sink.” Cried a Seaman up to him. Even before he could answer a single cannonball hits the quarterdeck and killed directly three seamen.
William run with his fingers through his hair a gesture to calm him down , now he had no other choice, either now or all of them would die. “ Williamson, call all remaining men into the boats.” The midshipman come running “ Sir… do you want to strike the colours ?” “ No, but you and the men will leave the ship, now.” replied Willilam calm. “ But, Sir…” Cried the boy, horrified about what he had heard. “ Are you impugning my command ? I’m just a prize- captain I know, but I’m your captain right now. So do what I said.”
A new broadside hit the Neptune as the last men reached the boat. “ All men have leaved the ship, Sir. ” “ Good then….” another ball hit the deck and let wood rain, in that moment a tackle had loosen and fell down on the midshipman, as William grapped him and pushed him on deck. He got up, lifted the dazed boy and run to the railing and let him down to the men in the boats. “ Come on, Sir…. it is absolutely pointless to die here.” “ I…” a noise let him turn. A mistake, the balls hits the mainmast and the deck, the splinters flying around and William feelt a heavy pain on his right side and thigh., the next hit swept him from deck and under the panic screams of his crew he crashed with his back on the hard water and sank.
In that moment he was surrounded by silents. It was so peaceful as he realized what’s happend. I don’t want to die - was his last tought as he tried to come back to surface.
Upon him a seagull cried an the waves rolled on his his bleeding back, the impact against the water opened old wounds. He didn’t know how he had done it, heavy bleeding, on land but now he was lying here at an unknown beach. - Alright so I’m going to die here - he thought as a shadow falls on him, half passed out he looked up but couldn’t see. “ please help… a l'aide…. hilfe… socorro… He whispered and passed out.