He had almost made it to the quarterdeck when an explosion, searing pain and bright white lights had preceded the blackness of unconsciousness.
A strong pair of hands helped him gain his feet. Strangely, he was out of breath although he hadn't extended himself in any way. The pain eased as he accepted the support of his unknown helper and he eased his weight on to his good leg. He opened his eyes and stared about him. The carnage that he beheld shocked him and left him numb.
Bodies lay two and three deep around the quarterdeck guns. Here and there men cried out for help from a bloody heap. The pitiful few that were still able-bodied moved among them, straightening limbs that lay at crazy angles bringing screams from those they helped. Giving what aid they could to the accompaniment of screams from the dying, cries from young unbroken voices, yells and curses, from older throats.
Author: Glyn Adams
Title: The French Ship
Series: The Face of the Enemy
First Published by: Glyn Adams
Date: 9 June 2014