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ports at the same time as a man was putting a cartridge
            into the gun, which blew up, and communicated to many
            more on the same deck, which blew up also, with about
            40 seamen. The flame went into our cockpit and blew
            up the two surgeon’s mates, from whence the fire went
            into the magazine-passage and fortunately no further (or I
            should never have told you the story).

            This was a terrible stroke on us, losing so many men at
            once. Some people … who thought the ship was on fire
            and … would blow up, jumped overboard … Jones’s ship
            … was sinking alongside of us, and the people coming on   Jones’ sharpshooting Marines in the tops of the Bonhomme
                                                                Richard rain deadly musket fire and hand grenades down onto the
            board to save themselves; we not knowing the meaning   crowded, burning deck of the Serapis. “We lost many bold fellows
            of this, being very deaf, piked them as fast as they came   by it,” recounted David Jordan. Charles Waterhouse, Fighting
            on our gunwale, and they dropped overboard; they that   Tops; U.S. Marine Corps Art Collection
            were on board immediately cried, “We have struck [col-
            ors], the ship’s a’sinking.” We took no notice, as they had   Richard’s [and] could not bring one gun to bear on her,
            not ceased firing—for Jones would have sunk ship, men,   Pearson struck [our colours]—like a Captain Pearson—
            and himself before he would have struck. When they told   not a Jones who would have suffered himself and crew
            him his ship was sinking, [Jones said] “Let her sink and be   to have gone in one grave; no, Pearson loved his men too
            damn’d, she cannot [sink] in a better place than alongside   well to sacrifice them to obstinacy.
            an English man-of-war.”
                                                                Pearson, as soon as struck, went on board of Jones and
            …The boatswain went on board [the  Bonhomme         gave  himself  up  as  prisoner  of  war, with  this  salute  to
            Richard] to take possession of her; he was received with   Jones, “I hope you will use us as well as we have fought
            a Frenchman’s smallsword in his groin and another lunge   you well.” He answered he would.
            in his breast; he came on board again and died instantly.
                                                                I went into the cockpit of our ship, and such a scene I
            … Immediately I took a large cutlass and jumped on the   never beheld or conceived; the dead all lying on the living,
            gunwale of [the Bonhomme Richard’s] quarterdeck, I was   and the contrary; some without arms, and some without
            received with pikes and fixed bayonets at my breast, but   legs, bleeding to death for want of dressing, there being
            perceiving them before they lunged, … [I] jumped off   many, and  two  doctors  out of three blown up,  could
            her gunwale backwards, and then sprang into our waste   not be served fast enough. The terrible appearance the
            among some steering sails that were on fire, never hurting   blown-up men had, I never shall forget.
            myself but a little in my arms and legs.
                                                                I went to the doctor’s cabin and got a drink of grog, for
            Full of spleen, I immediately went to the captain on the   I was almost famished, and then went to my berth in
            quarterdeck and informed him of my repulse, which sur-  the main hatchway. … My best companion and friend,
            prised him much; we then fired our lower-deckers, the   [Midshipman William] Brown, shook his head and held
            ships being so close. … After engaging this ship about   out his hand …; curiosity led me to look at his wound. I
            two hours and a half, the Alliance had worked up under   saw it was mortal; his insides hung out of a shot hole in
            our stern, and began to rake us very hot, so much, that the   his belly. He shook hands again, and I put a pillow under
            men on our upper deck at the after guns, were obliged to   his head, which was an old jacket. He’s gone, with many
            lie on their faces.                                 more, and if anyone has right to hope for happiness, I
                                                                conceive he has, for he was what I wish to be.
            Seeing this, and considering the number of men blown
            up, with the number killed and wounded … and [that]   I took out  of my  trunk what  trifles  I had,  with  my
            our  yardarms  [were]  locked  in  with  the  Bonhomme   watch, and went up on deck, there I saw young [George
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