I stade a bord very queort until the Next Day [9 July] Capt Hibs the Capt of the Brig¹ came a bord Colled me up to him and told me that I wors a Damd villin and said Did not you say that you wors nothing But a passonger a bord and dru out his sword and said he I will run you thru God Dam you I asked him whether he wors a going to take my lyfe a way in cowl blud I told him that I wors in his power As I wors his prisonor Dam you one Cros luck or If you Speak a word I will run you thru I didnot speak nor luck at him he struck me in the jou with his fist which made the blud run into my mouth as fast as I cold Spit it out he told me to git into his bote for he wors a going to cary me a bord to flog me I tuck up sum cloes that I had tyed up in a hand dercheaf he told me if that I caryed any thing a burd he wold put me to deth² he cayred me a bord He spoke to his quortermarster Tye that Damd villing up and give Him 39 and put it on well or I put It on to you the quortermarster got a cord to tye me up the capt luked at me o you D Rebbel whot have you to say for your Self I told him that I told him that I wors his prisnor and cold say nothing els he told the quortermarster to Not flog me then but tye him Up forrod with his hands behind him And drow his hands up torte to that Ringbolt which wors about too feat from the deck It wors two hye for me when I set Doun soe that it dru my up so hye behind me that it gave me as much payn as drowing a twoth he cep me In that condishon about 2 hour. while I wors in that condishon a Sconer wors a standing twowords thay tuck hor to be an amarecan Pryvitteer the Lutnnot came to me And asked me if I wold fyte if he wold ontye me I told him i woldnot then he told me I shold be shot I told him if he had any felings for a man in Destress he wold run me thru the hart to put me out of mysorry for that wors all I Desired of him then the sconer came up with us She proved to be one of their crussers then I lemented my hard forten that saim bole that Killed Capt Proshon didnot mis him and kil me³ he cep me in that prseshon for two hours then he spoke to the Quortermarster and told him to bring that Damd raskorl to him he came and Losd my hands and tuck me orft to him my arms wors so straind that I cold not git my hand to my hed to pul of my hat when I came up to him he spoke to me you damd villin how dare you to come before me with your hat on I made the sekond attemp to pul of my hat with a grate deal of Diffolkety got it of o you dam rebble whot have you got to say for yourself sase he I told him I kold say nothing put that Dam Scoundrol Into the hole and dont let him Sey Daylyte thay put me into the hole whair wors 20 frenchmen and as hot a Plais as ever I wors in thay Cep the hatches layd over all but a bout A foot the lenght of the hatch way