The Captain has gone on so long of a trip (I know not why) that I thought he has all but forgotten to give me poems to edit. But alas, it seems that he has been in the throes of writing more. Yes, more! Which means I am now to be confined even more to my cabin. And just when I've been holding out hope that I may one day be set free...
At least he gave me a trunkful of new clothes, though. And a new mirror, to replace the one he splashed ink all over. Such things give me hope.
Mary Langford
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