I told him I did not like the way we were steering he said he would stand in a little way further which we did when seeing he was wrong he kept off and run down along the land--and pretty close to some parts of it seeing a rather singular looking point of the land a little a head of us I remarked to him that it put me in mind of a dream I had the night before--he asked me with a rather sneer or laught what it was I told him I had dreamed the ship was ashore there on it but I also thought we bucked her off again--he remarked that it would be a hard old place for a ship to go on shore there: by this time we had got up a breast of it when full, surely enough she struck upon a sunken rock called the whale rock as it afterwards proved to be we were going at the rate of 6 or 7 knots at the time with the wind rite aft--the ship made three strikes the first of which fully stoped her head way--she first struck with her bows then underships which was much the hardest she careened out to the starbord considerably and her her head and stern seemed to pull the midships to rise she however realighted struck again farther aft and went over from the [[crowd?]] of sail we had on we thought our mast would go by the bow but they did not as soon as we had passed over it we began to see the peacies of the ship floating on the surface of the water a stern we rounded to lowered a boat and I went off and picked up several peices from 5 to 10 and 15 feet by [?]] and 8 inches thick and brought them on board or towed them the same it proved to be the false keel as we called it--we sounded the pumps and first she did not leak any we put off again and went in to anchor we left several peices; many small ones--parts of the sheathing