3 days have passed, I didn't feel the urge to write, always the same thing, like every day, the same routine, the same people. Not long ago, I would say about a month ago, we we were to stop one day, it was the last time that I had seen the land, other people than those of the boat. We had to go downstairs to help pick up provisions. Since then we have resumed, without a break.
This foaming blue ocean cut by our 14 boats is even starting to disgust me
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The logbook of an innocent man English trad
Adventurethe story of a boy caught in the wrong in 1787 version française disponible
