As Monsieur _Misson_ apprehended no Danger from the Land, his Fort (tho' of Wood) being, he thought, a sufficient Defence to his infant Colony; he took a hundred and sixty Hands, and went a second Time on the Coast of _Zanguebor_, and off _Quiloa_ he gave Chase to a large Ship, which lay by for him: She prov'd an over-match for the _Victoire_, which engag'd her, with great Loss of Men, near eight Glasses; but finding he was more likely to be took, than to make a Prize, by the Advice of his Officers and Men, endeavour'd to leave the _Portuguese_, which was a 50 Gun Ship, and had 300 Men on Board; but he found this Attempt vain, for the _Portuguese_ went as well as the _Victoire_, and the Commander was a resolute and brave Man, who, seeing him endeavour to shake him off, clapp'd him on Board, but lost most of the Men he enter'd. _Misson_'s Crew not used to be attack'd, and expecting no Quarter, fought so desperately, that they not thoroly clear'd their Decks, but some of them follow'd the _Portuguese_, who leap'd into their own Ship; which _Misson_ seeing, hop'd to make an Advantage of their Despair, and crying out, _Elle est a nous, a l'abordage_. She's our own, board, board her, so many of his Men followed the few, that hardly were there enough left to work the Ship; _Misson_ observing this Resolution in his Men, grappled the _Portuguese_ Ship, and leap'd himself on Board, crying out, _la Mort, ou la Victoire_, Death or Victory. The _Portuguese_, who thought themselves in a manner Conquerors, seeing the Enemy not only drive off those who enter'd them, but board with that Resolution, began to quit the Decks in Spight of their Officers: The Captain and _Misson_ met, as he was endeavouring to hinder the Flight of his Men; they engaged with equal Bravery with their Cutlashes; but _Misson_ striking him on the Neck, he fell down the main Hatch, which put an End to the Fight, for the _Portuguese_ seeing their Captain fall, threw down their Arms, and call'd for Quarters, which was granted; and all the Prisoners without Distinction being order'd between Decks, and the Powder-Room secured, he put 35 Men on Board the Prize, and made the best of his Way for _Libertatia_. This was the dearest Prize he ever made, for he lost fifty six Men: She was vastly rich in Gold, having near 200,000 l. Sterling on Board, being her own and the Cargo of her Companion, which was lost upon the Coast, of whose Crew she had saved 100 Men out of 120, the rest being lost, by endeavouring to swim ashore; whereas had their Fear suffer'd them to have staid, there had not been a Soul lost, the Tide of Ebb leaving their Ship dry: This was the Reason that the Prize was so well mann'd, and proved so considerable.