The street below was crowded with an uncommon number of Gentlemen, and better, brandishing swords – their gay courtiers' clothing burnt and blackened – and musketeers, too, looking somewhat unhappy to be standing in such a place with containers of gunpowder strapped to their midsections. Very wealthy and prominent men were looking up at Drake, shouting and pointing at the street, insisting he come down. But Drake had eyes only for the fire.