Day Eleven
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"From 1 am till 1.30 am I walked the poop for the second mate while he had a smoke. That was his reason but I think he had a good book in his room which had magnetic powers over him. He gave me a piece of "Apple Daddy", commonly called Apple Tart and then I suppose he thought me sufficiently remunerated.
The port watch set the main upper topga'n'sail this morning and at 8 am we set the fore upper topga'n'sail. I did several odd jobs up aloft and round about.
We are to get no more puddings for dinner from now on as we do not eat them but give them to the men. The cook told the steward we gave them away. He used a whole tin of milk in a rice pudding for us today and as usual it went to the men much to his disgust. Towards evening the wind ceased to blow and we became becalmed. There were light puffs and then a dead calm."