Friday May 12th At Sea
Did not get up until 10.30 A.M. A perfectly horrid head and stomach and a beastly time. Fayal & Pico in sight. We are beating against head winds with now chance of getting to Fayal tonight. Rolling sea. Whist. Began Chas. Auchester. Wish I was below with the mermaids - existence one "d[?], horrid, grind", hate the present and have no future to look forward to. Expect to be wretched forever.