As they came up, their galley's cannon poured their fire into her, and a moment later the knights sprang on board.
In the din of battle their shout had been unheard.

The pirates thronging the other side of their ship were intent only on overcoming the resistance of the knights, and even the discharge of cannon had not called their attention to their foe, until the latter, shouting the war cry of the Order, fell suddenly upon them.

A panic at once seized them.
Some were cut down almost unresistingly, but the great majority, running to the bow or stern, threw themselves overboard and swam to the other ships.

The pirate ship on the other side of Santoval's galley instantly threw off the grapnels and thrust off from her side, and, immediately hauling in the sheets of the big sail, began at once to draw away, while her three consorts made for the mouth of the bay.
"Back to your galley, comrades," Piccolomini shouted, "or with this brisk wind they will escape us." The knights at once crossed on to their own craft, the oars were got out, and the chase began.

A minute or two later Don Santoval followed them, but soon gave up, as so large a number of the oars had been broken when the two pirate ships ran alongside him, that it would have been hopeless to pursue.