With his glass he could even see her deck strewn with dead and dying.
The foremast of the galleon was cut through and fell, and the ship's rudder was shot away.

The Spaniards, evidently bewildered, lowered boats, abandoned the galleon and pulled toward a rocky promontory two miles to the south.
Their enemies saw them and, manning boats, headed them off, killing or capturing every one.

The captured men were taken aboard the victorious ship.
While these startling scenes were being enacted, a great change had come over the sky.

The tide began to rise and floated the galleon clear of the sand, and it drifted into the little bay not a mile from John's house.

The sky was obscured with clouds and one of those tropical hurricanes called squalls swept over the island and sea.