Kennedy scrambled up the lookout tree and focussed his telescope on the harbour. “Join me, sergeant!”
MacKim climbed beside him, watching the Spanish ships raise their anchors. “Maybe they’re going to sail out and challenge Admiral Pocock,” he suggested hopefully.
“They’d have to move the boom first,” Kennedy said.
The Spanish ships crossed the harbour, moored with their broadsides facing the British batteries, and opened fire. Ship after ship rocked under the pressure of a broadside, with jets of flame and smoke issuing from their hulls.
“Tree all!” Kennedy yelled and scrambled back down to cover as cannonballs hammered at the British positions.
Within a few moments, the British batteries returned fire. Once again, the Rangers found themselves between both forces, with Spanish balls
