Things Get Worse
24 July. The ship seems to be cursed. Already we are missing a sailor. Now we are entering the Bay of Biscay and the weather ahead will be bad. Last night another man was lost, disappeared. Like the first man who vanished, he finished his watch and was not seen again. The men are all very frightened. They sent a message, asking to have two men on watch as they don't want to be alone. The mate is angry. I worry that there will be some trouble, and either he or the men will hurt someone.
28 July. Four days in hell, trying to get through a violent storm, with very strong winds. No sleep for anyone. The men are all worn out. I hardly know how to set a watch, since everyone is too tired to do it. The second mate offered to steer and watch, and let the men get a few hours sleep. The waves are getting less. The seas are still terrifying, but we don't feel them as much because the ship is steadier.