Rain crashed against the long, stone walls, echoing throughout Fort Barrancus. Fort Barrancus had huge walls surrounding it, with an enclosed center. Inside of this area, there were weapons, cots, and many other necessities. As the sound of thunder echoed across the area, the Spaniards occupying Fort Barrancus looked out. Ever since the Spanish had taken Barrancus from the British, they had feared an attack in retaliation. But with the weather as bad as it was, their fears were extinguished.
About a fourth of a mile away, a group of British soldiers assembled. Clutching their firearms tightly, they waited for further instruction. “Troops!” Their leader, Elias Durnford, called. “Tonight we go to siege Fort Barrancus. The fort has already been lost. If we cannot take it back, then our hopes of controlling Pensacola shall be lost.” with those solemn words uttered, the troops marched onward.
“CRASH!” A huge blast out of a cannon seemed to shake the very walls of the fort. The groggy Spaniards wondered what was going on. They grabbed their swords and left to investigate. On their way out of the door, the Spaniards heard another crash, and the sound of walls tumbling down. Running out the doors, they saw hundreds of British soldiers, with Elias Durnford heading them.
The battle that ensued was ferocious. Firearm shots rang out through the night, and the clanking of swords echoed throughout the fort. After a few hours, it seemed the British had won. Elias Durnford, their leader, had finally redeemed himself after his surrender at the Defense of Mobile.
Durnford made his way inside the enclosed structure, the center of Fort Barrancus. He saw all sorts of things inside of it: cots, food, weapons, and even restrooms! But, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a pale blue shape. Swiveling around to face it, he saw it. It looked like a Spanish soldier, but was wispy, like smoke.
Suddenly, more of these shapes emerged around him. They were circling him, surrounding him. So he ran.
At the other side of the room, Durnford stopped to catch his breath. But, directly in front of him, were even more wispy, pale blue Spanish soldiers. He tried to run, but they were everywhere, encircling him. More and more of these ghosts emerged, to make it seem like there was an endless supply of them. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the image. When he opened his eyes again, he saw something peculiar. He was almost transparent, and had a bluish tinge. He was now one of them.
Some say that that night, Elias Durnford, surveyor of Pensacola, passed away. No one knows the reason why. Some think he was killed in battle, while others think he died of fright. Still, others think that this has never happened. However, even the skeptics try to stay clear of Fort Barrancus, for fear of seeing the pale blue, wispy ghosts.