"Sail ho!" I hear from above. The sea spray blurs my vision, but our masthead lookout is right. Two ships are on the horizon. One breaks off and races toward our position off the coast of Brazil. I see the British flag, and my stomach lurches in fear. It's too late to run, as we did in July 1812, escaping a British squadron of five ships off the coast of New Jersey. I nervously tug at the white-spotted and red cotton bandanna handkerchief around my neck. It is Dec. 29, 1812, and I am a sailor on the USS Constitution.
My heart races as the agile British frigate, the HMS Java , closes in. I grip the rigging tightly, my blue woolen jacket already damp from sweat, bracing for impact. Sailors from both ships hoarsely scream, "Fire!" while cannon blasts suddenly sever the uneasy quiet. We're up against the best navy in the world. The Java's 47 mounted guns relentlessly fire. All 54 of our guns boom back in response. The ship shakes, and I stumble. I hear the crack of musket fire, the roar of guns and the screams of men calling to arms as smoke hangs thick in the air.
Suddenly, a shot whizzes straight into the Constitution's helm, smashing the wheel. The four quartermasters who were manning it fall silent. I hear shouts from up top. Our ship's commodore, William Bainbridge , is hit! Wounded, with blood staining his leg, he yells down from the spar deck, "Keep fighting, boys!" He hollers for us to steer using the tiller, which is attached to the rudder. A group of sailors holler, "Ay, sir!" and run toward the berth deck .
The ship lurches again as another 24-pound cannonball hits — or maybe a 32-pounder. I lean over the side to look at the damage. The Constitution's hull — made of white oak planking and live oak frames — still holds strong. "Huzza!" I cry out. Our Old Ironsides holds true, just as she did against the HMS Guerriere last summer. The British may have the best navy in the world, but our ship is thicker, tougher and better made.
The Java maneuvers closer in a last-ditch effort. The British furiously cry out and try to board us, but we're ready for them. We close fast and broadside the Java, hard. CRACK! The Java's foremast comes crashing down. Their captain is struck trying to cross the wreckage. We maneuver the Constitution away for quick repairs, but it's clear that the Java is finished. Her three masts and bowsprit are damaged, and many of her guns are inoperable. We approach victoriously to accept surrender and take British prisoners. Then, we sink the HMS Java for good measure.
Our cheers drown out the sound of the Java's magazine exploding. "The British better pray they never meet us in open water without backup again," I think to myself, smiling. We point the USS Constitution toward Boston, hopeful.