The Acheron
Time passed and Peter and I continued in our own ways, speaking only when there was a thing to be spoken about.
I missed the long conversations for a couple days, but soon left them as a thing of the past and let them go. In all the moments I had I thanked God for that night and how he had helped Peter overcome his fears.
But I soon learned that the Devil must have played a part in my wish. I wanted to be alone with Peter more. I knew I could not unless he wished it so too. I prayed for God to banish my evil feelings and bring them up only when needed. I wondered what I had meant by "only when needed" but I did not take back the words. I felt that God would understand.
A week after the second kiss Mr. Hollum was on watch. It was in the hours of sunrise and many men were already awake. Peter was up and so was I. Hollum saw something in the fog that morning and we had to beat to quarters.
Captain Aubrey took the lens and looked into the fog, but he could see nothing. He dismissed Peter and Hollum. A mere few seconds later he yelled "Down! All hands down!" We all dropped to the deck and above us came cannon shot.
As soon as it passed everyone was running to get ready for the next attack, and to attack. It was chaos like I had known only a few times before.
In short, we were attacked by the French Acheron, got our rudder blown away, slipped away in the fog, and I had a broken arm.