for him.

"Never mind, Jemmy Pish," said little Crispo, one of the smallest
midshipmen I ever saw, for he was only nine years old. "There is
another boat going ashore directly, and you can go in her."

He gave an angry answer, and went back into the gun-room, swearing at
his ill-luck.

The men had just got hold of the gun-tackles, and were about to bowse
out their guns, which had been run in amidship, some five hundred of
them or more having for the purpose gone over to the larboard side,
which caused the ship to heel still more, when the water made a rush
into the larboard lower-deck ports, and, do all they could, the guns ran
in again upon them. Feeling sure that the ship could not be righted, I,
seizing little Crispo, made a rush to starboard, and, dashing through an
open port, found myself outside the ship, which at that moment went
completely over, her masts and spars sinking under the water. Somehow
or other, the young midshipman broke from me and slipped over into the
sea. I thought the poor little fellow would have been lost, but he
struck out bravely, which was, as it turned out, the best thing he could
have done, as he could swim well.

I had just before seen all the port-holes crowded with seamen, trying to
escape, and jamming one another so that they could scarcely move one way
or the other. The ship now lying down completely on her larboard
broadside, suddenly the heads of most of the men disappeared, they
having dropped back into the ship, many of those who were holding on
being hauled down by others below them. It was, you see, as if they had
been trying to get out of a number of chimneys, with nothing for their
feet to rest upon. Directly afterwards there came such a rush of wind
through the ports that my hat was blown off. It was the air from the
hold, which, having no other vent, escaped as the water pouring in took
up its space. The whole side of the ship was, I said, covered with
seamen and marines, and here and there a Jew maybe, and a good many
women and a few children shrieking and crying out for mercy. Never have
I heard such a fearful wailing. One poor woman near me shrieked out for
her husband, but he was nowhere to be seen, and she thought that he was
below with those who by this time were drowned; for there were hundreds
who had been on the lower-decks, and in the hold, who had never even
reached the ports, and some who had fallen back into the sea as it
rushed in at the larboa