Later that day I spoke to the whole crew. I said it was clear that they thought there was someone on the ship. Therefore, I told them, we would search it from end to end. The first mate was angry. He said it was silly to allow the men to have to such foolish ideas. It would just make the men unhappy. He said he could keep them out of trouble by threatening them with a handspike.

I let him steer the ship while everyone else began a complete search. Everyone walked side-by-side and carried a light. We searched everywhere. There were only the big wooden boxes on the ship, so there were no places where a man could hide. The men stopped worrying when the search was over, and they went back to work cheerfully. The first mate looked angry, but he said nothing.

22 July. We have had rough weather for the last three days. Everyone is so busy with the sails that there is no time to be frightened. The men seem to have forgotten their fear. The mate is cheerful again, and everyone seems happy. I told the men they had worked well in the bad weather. We passed Gibraltar and out through the Straits. All is well.