August 12: The long months at sea have taken their toll on Captain Bleaargh, I fear. Lately, his behavior is like that of a three-year-old child, and the men grow restless and dissolute. As first mate, I have concealed his condition as best I can, but with each passing day the signs grow clearer. He addressed the crew after breakfast, but during ten agonizing minutes, all he could produce was several gurgling noises and a number two.
Aye-aye, Carrie B.