At this stage I visited the engine-room and found that the dynamos were just giving out, which meant that the ship would be plunged into darkness, and so add to the difficulty and danger of the situation. But there was nothing like panic on board. Commander Ballard had told everybody to keep cool, and had said that the first thing to do was to get the boats out. All hands mustered on deck and efforts were at once made to launch the large boats, but owing to the failure of the steam these attempts failed. The ship had been struck on the starboard side, forward, and by three o’clock she was listing heavily and settling by the bows; and it was hard to keep a place on deck. It was very soon after this that a submarine was discovered near the ship, and I need not say how grieved and furious we were when it was realised that it was impossible to train a single gun on the craft. After tremendous and extraordinary efforts two boats were lowered and they pulled away into the darkness, crowded. In the meantime all the tables, chairs and things that would float had been thrown overboard, so that the men who found themselves in the water should have a chance of clutching at something that would help them to keep up, and in addition to this there were the inflated collars which have been provided for the crews of warships since the war began. Meanwhile the submarine had vanished, but very soon another shock was felt, this time on the port side of the _Formidable_, so it seemed as if the craft had gone round to make matters even. “There goes another at us!” some of the men shouted, as an explosion tore the decks and killed a number of the survivors. “The cowards!” I heard one of my pals growl; “aren’t they satisfied at finishing us with one shot?” It was a natural enough thing to say, but war is war--and British warships are not a canal fleet; they keep the seas and take their chances, and don’t slink in hiding. The lights of a small vessel had been noticed about six hundred yards away, and careful inspection left little doubt that she was a fishing-smack. She did not move and did not make any answer to the appeals for help. Afterwards she slipped away and disappeared, and I’m pretty certain that she covered the movements of the submarine. Things, however, were not by any means all bad. Four or five miles away more lights were visible, and these came nearer at about four o’clock, when we found that they belonged to a light cruiser. When the cruiser drew near, Captain Loxley, thinking only of his duty, and wishful that no other ship should share the fate of his own, signalled to her to keep away, saying that the battleship had been struck and that the cruiser might be struck also; but the cruiser swept around the _Formidable_ in wide circles, nobly handled, and showed every sign of being ready to lend assistance.