These Lines I hope in God will find you in good Health, we are all left here in a dismal Condition, expecting every moment to be all drowned: For here is a great Storm, and is very likely to continue; we have here the Rear Admiral of the Blew in the Ship, call'd the _Mary_, a third Rate, the very next Ship to ours, sunk, with Admiral _Beaumont_, and above 500 Men drowned: The Ship call'd the _Northumberland_, a third Rate, about 500 Men all sunk and drowned: The Ship call'd the _Sterling Castle_, a third Rate, all sunk and drowned above 500 Souls: And the Ship call'd the _Restoration_, a third Rate, all sunk and drowned: These Ships were all close by us which I saw; these Ships fired their Guns all Night and Day long, poor Souls, for help, but the Storm being so fierce and raging, could have none to save them: The Ship call'd the _Shrewsberry_ that we are in, broke two Anchors, and did run mighty fierce backwards, within 60 or 80 Yards of the Sands, and as God Almighty would have it, we flung our sheet Anchor down, which is the biggest, and so stopt: Here we all pray'd to God to forgive us our Sins, and to save us, or else to receive us into his Heavenly Kingdom. If our sheet Anchor had given way, we had been all drown'd: But I humbly thank God, it was his gracious Mercy that saved us. There's one Captain _Fanel_'s Ship, three Hospital Ships, all split, some sunk, and most of the Men drown'd. * * * * * There are above 40 Merchant Ships cast away and sunk: To see Admiral _Beaumont_, that was next us, and all the rest of his Men, how they climed up the main Mast, hundreds at a time crying out for help, and thinking to save their Lives, and in the twinkling of an Eye were drown'd: I can give you no Account, but of these four Men of War aforesaid, which I saw with my own Eyes, and those Hospital Ships, at present, by reason the Storm hath drove us far distant from one another: Captain _Crow_, of our Ship, believes we have lost several more Ships of War, by reason we see so few; we lye here in great danger, and waiting for a North Easterly Wind to bring us to _Portsmouth_, and it is our Prayers to God for it; for we know not how soon this Storm may arise, and cut us all off, for it is a dismal Place to Anchor in. I have not had my Cloaths off, nor a wink of Sleep these four Nights, and have got my Death with cold almost. _Yours to Command_, Miles Norcliffe. I send this, having opportunity by our Botes, that went Ashoar to carry some poor Men off, that were almost dead, and were taken up Swimming. _The following Letter is yet more Particular and Authentick, and being better exprest, may further describe the Terror of the Night in this place._ _SIR_,