"Cripple her if you can.

Let all with muskets and rifles try to keep men out of the rigging." The ship was anchored within three hundred yards of the shore, and although the distance was too great for anything like accurate fire, several of the men dropped as they ran up the shroud.

The sailors worked their guns with redoubled vigour, and a great shout arose as the mainmast, wounded in several places, fell over the side.
"Sweep her decks with grape," the captain shouted, "and she's ours.
"Mr.James, take all the men that can be spared from the guns, man the boats, and make a dash for the ship at once.

I see the men are leaving her.

They're crowding over the side into their boats.