Cannons pound. Men scream in Davy’s ear. Captain paces coolly, shouting orders—a great explosion. Their prize sinks in the briny deep. A half-drowned waif scavenged from the sea. Captain says, “Throw him overboard.” Davy struggles to save the lad, yet receives treachery and betrayal for his efforts. In a tiny skiff, with only a skeleton crew to fend off two Spanish sloops, Davy hides beneath a tarp, sweaty hands clutching his pistol.