"After sailing south for many days time, and then east. It seems that we have arrived on an island. There are people here who eat nothing but fish. These are a strange people, unlike any other I have seen... most of all I miss my homeland, and my dear wife Harriet more then ever. If I could see her again... I would hope that when I pass, these entries may meet her and she may know my love... until then I wait...
"I have been sailing these seas for so long, all the days run together. The men are growing restless with each other and the lack of the fairer sex. Many of them have been reduced to measures that they would never have resorted to on dry land. The stench of men is a constant and sickening one. I hope to find land soon, as we are running out of supplies for the ship and are only able to last a few more days. We have been eating porridge for every meal for weeks and have run out of liquor. If we do not find land soon, we shall have to resort to piracy."