My first day on the Seahawk has been anything like a pleasant cruise down the River Thames. I woke up in that cramped box called a room. It is rodent and insect infested (Wortis 18). It has such a low ceiling that when I awakened this morning I hit my head on it. I was planning on leaving the ship except when I went to the deck we were in open sea. I thought we must have left hours before (Wortis 25). At that point in the morning I felt as if there was a ship sailing in my stomach (Wortis 26). After a few moments of standing on the deck the first mate, Mr. Hollybrass, came and rang a bell to summon upon the crew to the deck. Once the crew was lined up a man dressed in fine clothes, whom I thought to be Captain Jaggery, walked and stood next
