We made the best of our way for that Port, but the Wind blew hard, so that we were several Days without sight of Land, and were forced to hand all our Sails, and lie under our Mizzen-Ballast till Daylight; when the Boatswain having the Morning Watch discover'd Land to the Leeward, with which he acquainted the Captain and the Mate, who both came upon Deck. The Captain said that was the first Land we had made, wherein he was justly contradicted by the Mate, which caus'd some Words between 'em: For in Truth we made Cape _Sables_ a Week before; and if we had kept our Course then, according to the Opinion of the Mate and Ship's Company, we had, in all Probability, arriv'd safe the next Day at _Boston_, but the Master laying the Ship by, and the next Day proving moderate Weather, and the Wind coming to the West, we stood away to the North, and so it was a Week before we made Cape _Porpus_, which was the same Day we were lost; so untrue is it what the Captain says, that the first Land we made was to the East of _Piscataqua_. After those Words had pass'd with the Mate, the Captain went down to serve us with Water, according to Custom, and in the mean time the Captain's Brother took a Bottle of Water from the Mate, and struck him; upon which the Captain coming out of the Hold, he took up a Perriwig Block, with which he came behind the Mate, and struck him three Blows on the Head, upon which he fell down and lay as dead for several Minutes, all in Blood. This was very discouraging to the Seamen, who durst not speak to him for fear of the like Treatment. Soon after this barbarous Action we perceiv'd the Ship in Danger by being so near Land; upon which the Boatswain being on the Watch call'd the Captain, and the Mate, who being scarce recovered came on the Deck all in Gore, and told the Captain he had no Business so near the Land, except he had a Mind to lose the Ship, and therefore desir'd him to hawl further off, or else he would be ashore that Night. The Captain answer'd, _That he wou'd not take his Advice though the Ship should go to the Bottom, threatned to shoot the Mate with a Pistol_, and told him, _he would do what he pleas'd except they confin'd him to his Cabbin_. It fell out according as the Mate had said; we run ashoar that Night, being the _11th_ of _December_, between 8 and 9 a Clock, when the Ship struck upon _Boon Island_, a Rock three or four Leagues East from _Piscataqua_. And here the Captain is false again in his Narrative, when he says _p._ 2. _that he saw the Breakers ahead, upon which he call'd out to put the Helm hard on the Starboard_; for he was then undressing himself to go to Bed, according to his usual Custom. When the Ship struck, the Boatswain told the Captain, _he had made his Words good, and lost the Ship on purpose, whereas had he taken the Mate's Advice, he might in all probability have been safe at_ Boston _Ten Days before_. The Captain bid him hold his Peace, _He was sorry for