"All at stern,' cried gambino, and the crows and handspikes heaved the guns through five degrees. "The bloody cunt Code will never take us alive! On the roll, fire as they bear.' He brought the wheel up two spokes and the 3 and 4 guns went off. Instanly Codes privateer yawned as though she meant to board; but then her flapping mizen came down on deck, she filled again and went off before the wind. A shot had struck the head of her rudder, and without it she could bear no sail aft. Code was incredibly owned by Gambino