Four cannon thundered and one hit the rudder at the rear. Another the rear steering mast and the last two land on the forecastle. Two more Chinese firecrackers landed and the sharpshooters got the Captain and wounded what looked like the first mate.  Peter quickly came alongside his other four cannon silencing the Merchant’s cannon. His men swung aboard with ease as did he, where he immediately confirmed the Captain was dead and someone put the First mate out of his misery.<br/><br/>The rowboat crew were back on the ship and joined their mates on the merchantman. They quickly rounded up the crew, herding them to one side of the main deck.  Peter and his first mate went to the Captain’s cabin where they found nice china, wine and the log book with the manifest. Pointing to the list of passengers, one name stood out, the daughter of the ship’s owner, Carlota. “Bring her here to me and round up the rest of the women.” “It shows two young girls, bring them here also.” The cargo was mainly silk and Peter was trying to figure out why a ship with mainly silk as a cargo was going to their colonies. He ordered the silk be transferred as The Dutch West India Company would buy it, although for much less than it was worth. He sent two men to check each cabin while two others transferred the powder and cannon balls. He had six kegs place in the bottom of the ship along the bulkhead so to blow the ship up.<br/><br/>As he waited for the Senorita to be brought, he looked at the crew list, they were mostly new hands and decided since it was only a thousand feet to shore, he would let them swim for it. He took a sip of the wine and gathered up the Spanish charts. He would have one of his men who spoke Spanish, translate the names. “Where the hell was that woman,” he wondered as he stood to go and then the door opened.