Nights are rough and days grow long, the creaking in the floorboards has grown louder from consistent months at sea. We began our trip with 500 barrels of rum and over 200 pounds of salted meats and fish along with a ration of beans and rice to feed a small village for many, many nights. We have been at sea for about 2 ½ months as I’ve calculated but already we have had a dead per week, whether it be from an accident on the deck to illness striking. I feel as if my crew is growing weaker but the moral is still high I have faith we will make this journey safely. The seas are getting warmer I feel we are getting closer to our destination for the seas near my home are cold and bitter.
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