Four times was this repeated, the guns’ crews working as calmly as if at practice.  How it fared with the pirate we knew not.  Occasionally, between the clouds of smoke, we could catch a glimpse of her black sides, crushed and torn by our broadsides.  A musket ball came in through an open port and struck a seaman fairly between the eyes.  He fell without a sound, and this was the only casualty on the main deck. Seeing he was dead, two seamen dragged him across to the other side and pushed his body through a port.  A bucketful of sand was sprinkled on the spot where he fell, and the gun at which he was stationed was run out again.