22nd. Sent all our things on board the sloop Little William Capt Brock, which was built at Cowes in
England as a pilot boat.
23rd. Busy in getting our sea stock of provisions on board, as we had to find our own provisions,
took our dinner, bid our friends good bye and parted:
James was not to come until my Father wrote for him.
Slept on board bit all night by mosquitoes and cockroaches.
24th.March. At Port Royal all day with my old friend Morison.
25th. Weighed anchor about 12 at noon, the Capt is a very good man.
26th. My Father in very low spirits about what he heard of Bocatoro
27th. Sunday: Caught a flying fish.
28th. Worse accounts of Bocatoro, my Father could not eat.
29th. Nearly run on the Rancador reefs.
30th. Weather and sea beautiful, but my Father still very low spirited.