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Offenders will be named and the nature of their punishment will be listed, e.g.
Week 6.
Forty-two degrees North, thirty-eight degrees east. A light nor'westerly wind. No land in sight.
Seaman Snapper was derelict in his duty and was found drunk in charge of 14 lines of prose. I ordered him to be keel-hauled.
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Wind, fair coming from the south--land spied to the east, but being fully provisioned I decided not to stop.
The ship has had fair weather all week and we have made good progress. All the crew were fine workers, not a scurvy mongrel among them. I ordered an extra ration of rum for them all. Arrgh.
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It's been about a 10-day since The Natchez Belle set out from the Port of St. Louis, heading north towards the head waters of the Mississippi. The river is running high and fast, and we're fighting a mighty current. But we've made excellent time with only a skeleton crew, who've done the work of a dozen hands. If I didn't know better I'd think they have amazing, even super, powers, like Paul Bunyon and Pecos Bill.
We found him--we did. Scurvy mongrel was pretending to be part of the crew, eating the rations and having a laugh. But when the fighting started he ducked down the hatches and locked himself in the bilges. Said he wasn't coming out until all the fuss had died down. Now, that's not very piratical, is it?
I ordered Seaman Jericho to be lowered into shark infested seas.
He says he really likes the wooden feet the carpenter carved for him, perhaps one day I will let him use them--for the moment they stay in my cabin. I let him off lightly, I think.
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Captain abandoned ship. We didn't even notice until the rum ran out. The ship is currently adrift, which is just fine to the rest of the crew. So in the mean time we will set sail to sights unknown, travel in an unknown direction. Hop aboard. The weather is fine and the work easy. Maybe one day we'll get somewhere together.