Today is my 86th day of learning to keep a diary like the Captain.
This morning, I ate biscuits with oatmeal porridge. For lunch, it was canned meat and mushroom fish soup. For dinner, it was fish fillets with fried banana.
I played cards and gambled with the sailors. I lost 24,000 to Little Jack and noted it down.
The Captain isn't feeling well today either, so I'll have to take over his patrol later.
Deep held his breath, concentrating intensely as he wrote in his diary. When the final word was down, he let out a huge sigh.
Although his handwriting in the notebook was crooked, with some letters large and others small, it was a remarkable achievement for Deep, who had never attended school.
"Writing is so difficult, much harder than exploring islands."
After sighing, Deep locked the notebook—which looked almost identical to Charles's—into his cabinet.
He turned, moved past the card-playing sailors, and entered the narrow corridor to begin his daily inspection of the ship.
