23.9.1457
Today is a stormy day. The sails are getting ripped and I have to repair them! My scurvy is getting worse and I miss my family dearly. Our captain is whipping my best friend with the terrible cat-o-nine-tails. Earlier this morning for breakfast we got the revolting ship biscuits with rat urine and maggots inside! With so little money I feel like hurling myself off the little,wooden ship. Now I have to get my knife and cut my skin to get all the bad blood out.
