 And as you can imagine, the gentlemen were furious. They never had to do hard physical labor. But John worked right alongside them and said, hey, we all need to pitch in if this is going to work. So it's really taking shape under John's leadership. So in September 1609, a spark from a flintlock gun fell onto his gunpowder pouch and exploded. And he was in so much pain. He was in bad shape. There was actually a ship leaving within a day or two.