"We pursued the French forces from Vitoria. The French entrenched themselves into a large town surrounded by walls. It was named San Sebastian apparently, not that I heard any chaps call it by its proper name. We breached their hornwork and me and couple of my lads were grabbed by their sappers. The French grabbed us, disarmed us, and dragged us up the city and to a fort on the mountain all behind the walls of the city. They threw us into a cell with a couple of Portuguese lads. We sat there for a good day or two. Next day, we heard a bang. Our fellows must've made there way into the city. That night one of the French officers yelled at us, locked us up, and told us not to utter a word. We heard a great deal of French screaming that night. French unlocked the cell door, a couple of them argued and then they armed us. One must figure you'd have to get the marbles shaken out of ya if you're giving your mortal enemy pistols. We met the cannibals, who'd eat you if they could put a hand on you. They were rotting like caucuses, some said they were the undead. The French said, well we couldn't understand a bloody word the French were saying. We had a Portuguese translator, but the cannibals got their teeth into 'em. Peculiarly, if they sunk their teeth into ya, one becomes a cannibal as well! A couple of chaps cheered because they got to legally discharge their afflicted officer. Anyways, we pushed ourselves down the fort to the city. I've never seen more men die in a single hour. We made out way through the city all while the cannibal blighters tried to apprehend us. We reached the edge of the city, and found the hornwork surrounding it. We couldn't get to the hole we'd originally blown through, and we couldn't find a proper exit for the life of us. We were about ready to dive into the water when we met a lad a floor above us. He used one of our supply hoists to lower us to the ground from the top of the hornwork. Poor fool was torn to shreds before you could brink your own eyes. Another fellow went up to lower it all the way down. He didn't make it either. A jolly boat picked up what little remained of us. We were brought to the HMS Undaunted, the captain welcomed us onboard. Before we were even a mile or two out of the fort, one of our guys fell to the plague. The fellow ripped into the captain. We rowed back to the shore.We parted ways with our French counterparts. We traveled through the countryside, we saw more cannibals south of the city, but once we reached a good few miles we reached Spanish guerrillas. They showed us to the army, we made our way there, and we sailed out of Spain." 🌈🫧🦠🐼📛