and then , just as im screwing up my courage i spot this sail on our quarter coming up fast , and i can see its a cutter , not just any cutter , but the armoured cutter from the pickle and just in case im hallucinating , i let out this terrific rebel yell , and the dagos freeze like a tableau in suspended animation , then all hell breaks loose , theyre blasting away with everything they can lay their hands on , running around like scalded cats but the brigs losing way because in a neat move the cutter has come up fast to seaward and stolen her wind .