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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter XVII: The Dupes (1922)

Within a mile and a half to westward of the fort, and within a half-mile of the shore—that is to say, on the very edge of the shoal water that makes Palomas unapproachable on either side by any but vessels of the shallowest draught—the four ships cast anchor well within the Spaniards' view, but just out of range of their heaviest cannon.
Sneeringly the Admiral laughed.
"Aha! They hesitate, these English dogs! Por Dios, and well they may."
"They will be waiting for night," suggested his nephew, who stood at his elbow quivering with excitement.
Don Miguel looked at him, smiling.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter XVII: The Dupes (1922)

In the last hours of fading daylight, the Spaniards did precisely what Captain Blood so confidently counted that they would do—precisely what they must do to meet the attack, preparations for which had been so thoroughly simulated. They set themselves to labour like the damned at those ponderous guns emplaced to command the narrow passage out to sea.
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Portrait of Rafael Sabatini Rafael Sabatini Captain Blood: His Odyssey — Chapter XVII: The Dupes (1922)

It was answered by a terrific broadside from the Arabella, which had now drawn abreast, and was crowding canvas to her yards. The enraged and gibbering Spaniards had a brief vision of her as the line of flame spurted from her red flank, and the thunder of her broadside drowned the noise of the creaking halyards. After that they saw her no more. Assimilated by the friendly darkness which the lesser Spanish guns were speculatively stabbing, the escaping ships fired never another shot that might assist their baffled and bewildered enemies to locate them.
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