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Location
At Sea
Age
16 Years

17 April 1940

Today makes it exactly a week since we sailed. As we see nothing but see in the sky each day, it makes it increasingly difficult to find something to say. I don’t mean by that of course that I am getting bored because I am not. You can still enjoy yourself even if there isn’t much to write about.

The captain, although he is supposed to be quite nice is a typical captain. He thinks far too much of himself And exaggerates discipline. At dinner time he sits at the head of the navigating offices table, I’m just stares ahead, now and again cooking and I from beneath a shaggy eyebrow, to see who he is talking to.

And so another day comes to a close, with little else to say, that it has been such a lovely one.