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22 November 1941
The weather has been fair but not good. Mike doesn’t get any sleep these days. In fact he hasn’t ever since he joined the ship. He says he can’t. He takes from 2 to 3 tots of whiskey a day. I hope he improves or he’ll have me in the same state!
The second mate is worse. This is his first voyage since his nervous breakdown. He has been getting worse all the trip. He seems absolutely dopey nowadays though he is still really a jolly decent chap.