One of the volleys killed several men and one officer.

Meantime, like carpenters' augers, and the sea-worm called Remora, the guns of the Serapis were drilling away at the same doomed hull.

After performing her nameless exploit, the Alliance sailed away, and did no more.

She was like the great fire of London, breaking out on the heel of the great Plague.

By this time, the Richard had so many shot-holes low down in her hull, that like a sieve she began to settle.
"Do you strike ?" cried the English captain.
"I have not yet begun to fight," howled sinking Paul.
This summons and response were whirled on eddies of smoke and flame.
Both vessels were now on fire.