Diary Entry 10 -- June 4, 1778

Our food supply is running dangerously low, I fear. One crewman by the name of Joseph Biggs has already taken ill. He suffered and groaned all through the night and finally fell unconscious early this morning. Hopefully we will have made port by the time he awakens.

I spoke to Mr. Smee about searching the cargo for food, but he refuses to allow me to make that order. Perhaps I am mistaken, but I was under the influence that I was the captain of this ship. However, he insisted that the Darlings would not take kindly to stealing from their cargo, so I will listen to him for now. 

At least I can count on the sea to remain a calm and gentle force until we arrive in Carrickfergus.