10.11.1488
Today I woke up on the deck.My best friend Angus has scurvy.All the time he has to cut the black acid colured blood out. Yesterday I got twenty lashes with the cat-o nine-tails.My back still aches.Food is very low.For four hours I have to sit in the crows nest.When I had breakfast there was magots in my biscuit! But I ate it anyway. I hate sleeping onthe deck. A mate of mine comitted suicide by throwing himself in to the merky water. Our captain is so mean to us. In fact one sailor tried to murder him. he got 50 spiked lashes. Frank Supster.
