Ther be five days left in me exile to the gally. Misser
Magrely be workin me fingers to the bone.
And he be forcin me to wash me hands.
It aint decent. Capm been actin
strange all day standin at the helm starin at the horizon. He aint had nuffin to eet all day. We try to talk to im but he just glare and
grumble at us. He only talk ta Misser
Dawsin. Oh, Misser Dawsin be makin me
swab the deck. That usually be the
sailers job not the cabin boys. I hope
the capm be fine wiffout me helpin im.
It aint proper for the capm to have no one helpin im. I told that to Misser Magrely and he made me
wash pots.
If I never rite agin it be becuz I dide from lak of sun and
fresh are.
Barney
We’re stalking a freight ship. She sits low in the water, heavy with
cargo. We should be upon her just before
dawn tomorrow.
A. Penn
Poor Barney! It will be over soon!!!
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