Dear God, there are scores of them.
Dear God, there are scores of them."Aim at that first boat," Jack ordered. "Volley fire!" Ten muskets cracked out. "Reload, fast as Christ will let you." He didn"t look to see the result but flinched as the g*n crew next to him fired. The sound was shocking, the results terrible as a charge of grapeshot crashed directly into the second Burmese war-boat. The c*****e was immediate with dead and wounded men flung backwards and head, arms and dismembered torsos thrown up in the air. For a second, Jack saw a hanging curtain of blood that pattered to the water.
"And that"s done for you, you bastards!" O"Neill"s voice sounded through the screams and yells of the wounded.
A spear thudded into the deck beside Jack, and a seaman yelled, plucking at the arrow th
