The French crewman was a big brute, and without hesitation i yelled out for the marines. There was no way i could overpower him. As i yelled out, the crewman thrust his blade into my arm. I cried out with immense pain and i dropped to the floor. As i hit the deck with some force, i saw a flash of red coats behind the rest of the prisoners. In a matter of seconds, the French Crewman dropped. He had been filled full of holes by the marines. They helped me back on my feat and got me to the doctor, who thankfully managed to patch me up within an hour.
The next day was hot. No wind around. We just bobbed along in the water. My arm was still in a great deal of pain, but i would just have to bear with it. As i got out to the top deck, i noticed that all of the men where just staring out. I rushed over to see what all the fuss was about. Then i saw it. A great big whale was swimming along side us, spraying us with water from its blow hole. It was extremely refreshing.
We where about 1 weeks worth sailing away from our destination at Gibraltar. I cannot wait to get into battle again. To be in the rush of it all. Plain sailing is dull, and to see a bit of action is sometimes a good thing. I have been hearing rumors about some big battle that is being planned. I would love to be around when that happened. Too see all the ships clash in one big naval confrontation. I wonder if Nelson would be there? I would give anything to meet him. He is a true leader, he can repel Napoleon with ease.