You give him all of your one coin.  That’s right, you chose to give a Frenchie your last coin.  Your stiff upper lip begins to quiver as you realise that once those French get the taste of English gold they will never let up until they have the lot and your very life blood as well.  With that they raise their guns.  There is a loud bang and then it all goes quiet and dark. 

The end.

 

Or is it?