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of losing it, and the more when I saw Nisida and Blanca looking at each
other without speaking a word, confused by the uproar and shouting
there was in the ship, and seeing myself asking them to shut themselves
up in their cabin and pray to God to deliver us from the enemy's hands?
This was a situation which makes the imagination faint when the memory
recalls it; their open tears, and the violence I did myself so as not
to show mine, held me in such a way that I had almost forgotten what
I ought to do, who I was, and what the danger required. But at last I
made them withdraw almost fainting to their cabin, and shutting them in
from outside, hastened to see what the captain was ordering. He with
prudent care was providing everything necessary for the emergency, and
entrusting to Darinto, the gentleman who left us to-day, the guard
of the forecastle, and handing over to me the poop, he with some
sailors and passengers hurried through all the waist of the ship from
one part to another. The enemy did not delay much in approaching, and
the wind delayed rather less in growing calm, which was the complete
cause of our ruin. The enemy did not dare to board, for, seeing that
the weather was growing calm, it seemed to them better to wait for the
day in order to attack us. They did so, and, when the day came, though
we had already counted them, we saw finally that it was fifteen big
vessels that had surrounded us, and then the fear of being lost was
at once confirmed in our breasts. Nevertheless, the valiant captain,
not losing heart--nor did any of those who were with him,--waited to
see what the enemy would do. They, as soon as morning came, lowered a
boat from their flagship, and sent by a renegade to tell our captain
to surrender, since he saw he could not defend himself against so
many vessels, and the more so that they were all the best in Algiers,
threatening him on behalf of Arnaut Mami, his general, that if the ship
discharged a single piece, he would hang him from a yard-arm when he
caught him, and the renegade, adding to these other threats, urged him
to surrender. But the captain, not wishing to do so, told the renegade
in reply to sheer off from the ship or he would send him to the bottom
with the guns. Arnaut heard this reply, and straightway priming the
guns of his ship everywhere, began to play them from a distance with
such speed, fury, and din, that it was a marvel. Our ship began to do
the same with such good fortune that she sent to the bottom one of the
vessels that were attacking her at the stern, for she hit her with a
ball close to the harpings, in such a manner that the sea swallowed
her without receiving any succour. The Turks, seeing this, hurried on
the fight, and in four hours attacked us four times and as many times
retired with great loss on their part, and no small loss on ours. But,
not to weary you by relating to you in detail the things that happened
in this fight, I will only say that after we had fought sixteen
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