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fuagh. come this morn i were a mite less oercome by the fevers. i were like a man drug outta the bilge, not like i'd got strapt to a kelson. i got a tonic ta keep me head tagether an i'm back workin the lines, but i do hope we get no storms.

tis now six and thirty month sin i did start ta keep this log, an i still ain't found a star ta steer by, but it been jolly. belike i'd have more ta say were me brains all ticking normal, but in me state that be enough.