How Could it Have All Gone so Very Wrong?

This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. And it had started out so very well. We had captured a Spanish ship and we were celebrating. All of us were drunk but I, Mary, and a man whose name I do not know. Then, out of the blue, a sloop appeared. It was captained by Jonathan Barnet, and it was intent on bringing us to justice. All but us were so drunk that they did not fight, so we who were the only ones to take a stand against the British Navy men. I called to the men to come up and fight, but fight they did not. We put up a good stand, but we were overwhelmed by them. There was nothing we could do. So that is why I am now scribbling in this book, not in my quarters, but in a cramped, damp jail cell. My trial will be soon. I wonder if I shall ever write in this book again.