to drift away from the bay. I heard shouts from the Hispaniola. Suddenly I was afraid. Had the men on board seen me? I pulled out one of the pistols which l had in my belt. No. The men had not seen me. There was the sound of fighting on the ship. I wanted to see what was happening. I still held the anchor rope. The ship was drifting and pulling me along I climbed up the rope and looked through a window in the side of the ship. T men with red faces were fighting in a cabin. They were drunk.