Sweet Catherine fear not for my life. I am safe no matter what you hear! The truth is, although the crew does not know it, we were being followed - hunted down by the French. It's been quite a few days since I've last written, but the truth is that there isn't much excitement aboard the ship. Everyone talked of battle, thatis for sure, but nobody expected such an attack as we had this morning. Out of the fog they came, a towering ship full of the French! For some reason the sailors were alerted of the presence of a ship (at that point I was kindly shoved below instructed to help Dr. Maturin if the need arose).
Nothing happened though, and having just woken up I wanted to get a breath of air before it was too hot on deck. As soon as I had set foot on the deck I heard the captain yell to get down and I lost all control of my limbs. I believe I must've been the first person to hit the deck at that command! I was so scared, I could feel my heard pounding as I lay still for what seemed like minutes before I heard the whoosh and crash of cannonfire. It was all around me, splintering the wood to create miniature bombs headed for every unprotected sailor. As soon as the first round of fire ceased I took the liberty to run back to the doctor. I could already hear the moaning of those who had been closer to the connon's point of impact, and I prayed silently for their safety.
Within the ship, orderly chaos reigned. Gunmen were ordering themselves into crews, readying the cannons to return fire. The doctor and his apprentice were working to transform my own room into a sick bay for the patients I had just seen on deck. The doctor looked up as I stumbled breathlessly into the room.
"Miss Calamy you are you alright? You must help me - not add to my work, as large as I'm sure this bill will be!" He cried as he ran over to me. I have to admit I must've looked as if I'd seen a ghost. It wasn't until the doctor examined me that I even really thought about my appearance. I was lucky only to have a couple of scratches - there were many worse injuries that day. It was a long time before I was done with my duties in the doctor's ward - but it helped pass the time. When at last I got to breathe, I realized that we had stopped firing, and secretly praised the Lord that we had been spared. On deck I was quietly told that we had used the fog to our advantage. This only made me appreciate Captain Aubry more, and I made a point to tell him so later.
Nothing else really happened, except for a small piece of conversation I heard from some of the crew. They called the ship a phantom, and even worse, blamed her appearance on dear Mr Hollum. I've gotten to know him quite well now - in all he's said to me I've gotten the idea that he is a respectable gentleman, therefore I couldn't possibly fathom why the crew would be passing around such rumors about the ship. Now, my candle has run out of light and I must turn in as I've most likely got a lot of work ahead of me in caring for the wounded men.