Things get Worse
24 July. The ship seems to be under a curse. Already we are missing a sailor. Now we are entering the Bay of Biscay with wild weather ahead. 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 in a panic. They sent a message, asking to have double watch, as they fear to be alone. The mate is angry. I worry that there will be some trouble, as either he or the men get violent.
28 July. Four days in hell, struggling in a violent storm, and the wind a tempest. No sleep for anyone. The men are all worn out. I hardly know how to set a watch, since no one is able to do it. The second mate volunteered to steer and watch, and let the men get a few hours sleep. The wind is getting less. The seas are still terrifying, but we feel them less as the ship is steadier.