| |
|
 |
|
John’s sketch of the shark |
Shark
After last night’s storm there is a sense of togetherness on the ship
– we survived the storm and were rewarded with a bright, fresh day. A
service was held this morning as usual, attended by the whole ship compared to
just 20 souls the day before. The good feeling was soon broken by a squabble
over the remains of belongings, mixed up and broken in the storm.
I am told that the seas become rougher towards the Cape of Good Hope at the
southern tip of Africa, and if this is true I fear to go there. We spent the
day cleaning and repairing; with the male passengers helping the crew reset
sails and ropes. Thankfully our boxes in the hold were undamaged.
The crew caught a shark. It had such rough skin and such a strange shaped mouth
that I drew a sketch of it. Joseph would have loved to see it but is still ill
below deck. The doctor fears he has the Irish child’s fever. I have some
money I was saving for our arrival in Sydney, but could maybe spend it on a
cabin, away from the sickness.
|
|
 |
