I kept my eyes down and dashed through the smoke to try and get under the fo’c’stle and nearly fell through a hole in the deck. The gangway was blocked up with wreckage. Several bodies lay underneath it, and I saw one arm sticking out, a signalman’s badge on the sleeve. I ran back and had to crawl under the fallen funnel, through a gap where it had crumpled up, wondering when that next thunder-clap would come and kill me. I crawled under it, noticed that the 7.5 turret next to ours seemed out of place and the deck very uneven, saw the Shadow’s face in the sighting-hood of the second 7.5 turret just as his gun fired, and darted between the funnel casings to the port side. I had to go quickly because the paint was burning on the iron plates on each side of me. That thunder-clap seemed to be awfully long in coming, and I thought that perhaps, after all, we’d beaten the huge ship and scrambled for’ard, over more smoking wreckage, towards the fo’c’stle, ’Blotchy’ Smith looking out from the port for’ard 9.2 turret, very white in the face, and yelling to know how things were going. I couldn’t stop to speak to him because of the smoke pouring up from the foremost funnel hatchway, and I just put my sleeve in front of my eyes and my mouth and darted through it, under the fo’c’stle. Even then I couldn’t get to the conning-tower, where the Captain was, because the whole of the shelter deck was crumpled up like paper, but the port door leading on to the fo’c’stle had been blown off, and just as I looked through it, the for’ard 9.2 fo’c’stle gun fired. I heard Billums shout, ’Hit!’ and there he was still perched on top of the turret, his head bare, and his yellow hair showing. ’We’re jammed! Mr. Bigge’s killed! I want to tell the Captain,’ I shouted, but he couldn’t hear what I’d said, and only pointed over the starboard quarter. He put his hands to his mouth and shouted, ’The _Hercules_!’ Oh! wasn’t I glad, and was just going to try and climb up to the conning-tower, when I saw O’Leary put his head out of the sighting-hood and speak to Billums. I heard Billums shout, ’Cease fire.’ Then the Commander came scrambling along past me with some men, a bugler sounded ’Collision Quarters,’ and I noticed, for the first time, that we had a tremendous list to starboard. The Commander bellowed at me to make myself useful, and sent me down below with a message to the First Lieutenant, so I hadn’t time to ask any one what was the matter.