He threw himself at me and I jumped to one side, leaving him to fall on the deck. Quickly, I took a pistol from my pocket and aimed it at him-but the powder was wet and the pistol didn’t fire He got up and came at me with surprising speed, but suddenly the Hispaniola hit the sand and went over on one side. We were both thrown down and began to roll across the deck, but I was on my feet first and climbed up into the sails, hand over hand. When I was in a safe place. I loaded my pistols, this time with dry powder. Hands was pulling himself up among the sails now, the knife between his teeth