29th. Sent on shore for some apples.
30th. At anchor still and we may remain 3 or 4 weeks more very likely!
31st. Sunday. My Father very ill tempered and cross.
1st. February. Attempted to weigh anchor, but could not for the wind blew tremendously
and the rain came down in torrents
2nd. My Father very melancholy!
3rd. A fair wind thank heaven! weighed anchor, but just as the anchor was out of the ground
it slipt down again which put us out of our course, and we were very near running against
the Portuguese man of war, we escaped that and got into a worse predicament, for we very near
ran on the rocks, if we had all our lives would have been lost; the Capt was running about the
deck half mad and the pilot hollowing as loud as he could, most of the sailors lost their hats
and some of them nearly themselves; I went and told my Father who was writing in his berth, and
he told me not to bother him! one of the passengers had taken all the clothes out of his trunk,
to float on in case of a wreck; at last we got off clear and everything all right; going 8 knots
an hour, for about 6 hours, after which it blew so hard and the ship strained so much that the
water came into my birth, my father's birth being under mine he did not get very wet, so that in
the middle of the night I was forced to get into my Father's birth, but he grumbled because he said
I kicked him very much.
4th. February In the Atlantic Ocean, the sea kept washing over the decks, so that I could not
put my head up the hatches.