"Reload those carronades on the forecastle," cried I, "and then train them to rake the main-deck, fore and aft.  Half of you in the waist retreat to the topgallant forecastle, the other half to the poop, and defend those two positions to the last gasp.  Let me know when those carronades are ready, and be careful so to depress their muzzles that none of the charge will reach the poop."