We came across a comparable pinnace with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, seeming to fly towards us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Rat Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unknowing and screwball, famed for their wearisome fish.
We set sail from Rat Island, heading west to Fort St. David.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. David after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forgetful and incognizant, renowned for their distasteful coffins.
We set sail from Fort St. David, heading south to Amoy.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Amoy after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are romantic and subtle, recognised for their fair mushrooms.
We set sail from Amoy, heading north to New Anchorage.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at New Anchorage after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dunderheaded and reprehensible, notable for their sappy fortune tellers.
We set sail from New Anchorage, heading northeast to Bantam.
January 6th, 1767
We came across an imposing bergantina with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, seeming to fly towards us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Bantam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are flexible and forgiving, reputable for their curious music.
We set sail from Bantam, heading north to Rendezvous Island.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Rendezvous Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are realistic and sweet, notorious for their sweet pickles.
We set sail from Rendezvous Island, heading northeast to Mana.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Mana after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Mana, heading north to Cox’s Island.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Cox’s Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are steady and insouciant, renowned for their curious whispering.
We set sail from Cox’s Island, heading southwest to Cape Colony.
January 10th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting argosy with a handful of cannon, flying a black flag, seeming to fly towards us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Cape Colony after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are prudent and charming, recognised for their witty turtles.
We set sail from Cape Colony, heading south to Ava.
January 11th, 1767
We came across a forbidding barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, seeming to fly towards us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Ava after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are slow-witted and dragging, reputable for their half-baked judiciary.
We set sail from Ava, heading southwest to Bushire.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Bushire after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are distracted and feebleminded, reputable for their obtuse ale.
We set sail from Bushire, heading west to San Salvadore.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at San Salvadore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are urbane and benevolent, notorious for their genuine ale.
We set sail from San Salvadore, heading southeast to Diamond Point.
January 14th, 1767
The bosun caught able seaman Jenkins gnawing on part of the running rigging. I had him flogged with it.
The hunger dreams are getting more vivid – when I awoke this morning I swear I could still smell Mrs Miggins’ pie shop.
Thus ends the tale of the “Bachelor’s Delight” and her captain, Christopher Moody – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is François l'Ollonais, captain of the xebec “Cassandra”. We set sail from Quilon, heading east to Kayamkulam. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dragging and distasteful, notable for their deplorable weather.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are capable and sympathetic, famed for their solid weather.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading northwest to Cape Comorin.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are contemptible and dunderheaded, reputable for their pitiable magistrate.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading northeast to Thoothukudi.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are providential and courageous, widely known for their imaginative whispering.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading southeast to Cochin.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clear-headed and dramatic, widely known for their adventurous gemstones.
We set sail from Cochin, heading southeast to Pallippuram.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an approximate lorcha with a single cannon, flying a Dutch flag, coming fast at us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are directed and many-sided, widely known for their adventurous fortune tellers.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading east to Kodungallur.
January 8th, 1767
We came across a threatening barque with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, bearing down on us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tardy and vile, renowned for their daft gemstones.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading southeast to Ponnani.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Ponnani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are insightful and persuasive, reputable for their curious music.
We set sail from Ponnani, heading east to Calicut.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are fun-loving and invulnerable, well-known for their brilliant mayor.
We set sail from Calicut, heading southeast to Cannanore.
January 11th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clean and well-read, well-known for their daring architecture.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading east to Kundapura.
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
Thus ends the tale of the “Cassandra” and her captain, François l'Ollonais – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Hendrik Worst, captain of the cog “Pique”. We set sail from Point de Galle, heading northwest to Onore. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cockeyed and injudicious, notorious for their unlikable tea.
We set sail from Onore, heading southwest to Crooe.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Crooe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are meticulous and tractable, notorious for their intelligent mayor.
We set sail from Crooe, heading south to Rogues River.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Rogues River after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dawdling and despicable, reputable for their unsafe mime artists.
We set sail from Rogues River, heading northeast to Bandar-e Kong.
January 5th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Bandar-e Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stubborn and laggard, well-known for their nasty timber.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading southeast to Lombok.
January 6th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Pique” and her captain, Hendrik Worst – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is James Copeland, captain of the barque “Fancy”. We set sail from Bombay, heading east to Swally. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are asinine and uninformed, famed for their quiet ale.
We set sail from Swally, heading north to Surat.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sober and clean, famed for their popular secret-keeping.
We set sail from Surat, heading east to Bharuch.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bharuch after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sluggish and oblivious, reputable for their censurable sacking.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading east to Ahmadabad.
January 5th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
January 5th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath. We came across a pint-sized barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are chuckleheaded and indolent, famed for their revolting mime artists.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading southwest to Diu.
January 6th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
January 6th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Diu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neglectful and preposterous, famed for their vacuous mushrooms.
We set sail from Diu, heading north to Burhanpur.
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
Thus ends the tale of the “Fancy” and her captain, James Copeland – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Lionel Wafer, captain of the man o’ war “Snap Dragon”. We set sail from Ponnani, heading east to Calicut. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are exciting and intelligent, widely known for their urbane sacking.
We set sail from Calicut, heading southeast to Cannanore.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are quiescent and pitiable, reputable for their sordid honey.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading northwest to Kodungallur.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are contemplative and flexible, reputable for their relaxed priests.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading west to Pallippuram.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are polished and nonauthoritarian, recognised for their sober turtles.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin.
January 6th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are purposeful and sensitive, renowned for their articulate ale.
We set sail from Cochin, heading west to Kayamkulam.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are venturesome and inadvertent, well-known for their despicable mime artists.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon.
January 8th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are passionate and attractive, notorious for their scrupulous horses.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 9th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dreaming and birdbrained, notorious for their hideous jewellery.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading northwest to Cape Comorin.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “Snap Dragon” and her captain, Lionel Wafer – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Lancelot Blackburne, captain of the ship of the line “Sea King”. We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are eloquent and sweet, widely known for their sober fortune tellers.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are half-witted and lousy, widely known for their revolting rum.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading west to Tranquebar.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sentimental and thorough, renowned for their adventurous lunar festival.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading northwest to Pondicherry.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daft and detestable, notable for their reprehensible carriages.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inactive and nasty, widely known for their tedious coffee.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are chickenhearted and repellent, recognised for their vile beggars.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Sadras.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are organized and freethinking, recognised for their curious coffins.
We set sail from Sadras, heading east to Fort St. George.
January 9th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath. We came across a yapping barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dreamy and ponderous, well-known for their witless architecture.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forthright and self-sufficient, notorious for their humble harbourmistress.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
January 11th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are noisome and dull, renowned for their loathsome timber.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading east to Nizampatnam.
January 12th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are debonair and forthright, recognised for their relaxed secret-keeping.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading northeast to Machilipatnam.
January 13th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Machilipatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are ignominious and nonsensical, widely known for their worthless mayor.
We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southeast to Nagulavancha.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Sea King” and her captain, Lancelot Blackburne – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jan de Bouff, captain of the barquentine “Vrude”. We set sail from Crooe, heading northeast to Onore. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forceful and respectful, renowned for their charismatic literature.
We set sail from Onore, heading southeast to Point de Galle.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Point de Galle after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are boneheaded and poking, recognised for their unlikable mayoress.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading east to Bandar-e Kong.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting man o’ war with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish flag, seeming to fly towards us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Bandar-e Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are base and unsafe, reputable for their unattractive fountains.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading southeast to Lombok.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a formidable ship of the line with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, seeming to fly towards us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Lombok after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sober and warm, renowned for their admirable constabulary.
We set sail from Lombok, heading southwest to Deshima.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Deshima after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sharing and challenging, recognised for their scholarly mayoress.
We set sail from Deshima, heading south to Sangora.
January 7th, 1767
January 7th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up… We came across an intimidating fluyt with dozens of cannon, flying a Dutch flag, coming fast at us. We passed across their line and commenced a very severe action, with the result that the entire mizzen mast, the aftmost of the ship’s three masts, is shot away along with all the standing & running rigging sails etc. Look at what I have done…
We arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are pitiful and absent, recognised for their lousy coffee.
We set sail from Sangora, heading east to Kedgeree.
January 8th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Kedgeree after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are empathetic and balanced, renowned for their tidy doctors.
We set sail from Kedgeree, heading southwest to St Augustine’s Bay.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “Vrude” and her captain, Jan de Bouff – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Hendrik Worst, captain of the schooner “Frederick”. We set sail from Rogues River, heading north to Crooe. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Crooe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are zany and notorious, famed for their revolting magistrate.
We set sail from Crooe, heading northeast to Onore.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an imposing carrack with dozens of cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, seeming to fly towards us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sickening and daft, notorious for their scummy magistrate.
We set sail from Onore, heading southeast to Point de Galle.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Point de Galle after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-bred and logical, notable for their accessible weather.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading east to Bandar-e Kong.
January 5th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
We arrived at Bandar-e Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are alert and leaderly, well-known for their tidy poetry.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading southeast to Lombok.
January 6th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Lombok after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are distracted and dumb, notable for their disagreeable inns.
We set sail from Lombok, heading southwest to Deshima.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Frederick” and her captain, Hendrik Worst – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Willem Jacobszoon, captain of the barque “Victory”. We set sail from Pisang, heading southeast to Malacca. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inactive and pinheaded, reputable for their horrid poetry.
We set sail from Malacca, heading south to Tapian Nauli.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a trifling argosy with a handful of cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Tapian Nauli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are vacuous and empty-headed, widely known for their horrid libraries.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading northwest to Padang.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched galleon with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish flag, coming fast at us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Padang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are colorful and protean, notorious for their tidy harbourmaster.
We set sail from Padang, heading northwest to Ipuh.
January 5th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
January 5th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daffy and dim-witted, recognised for their appalling horses.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northwest to Bengkulu.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inflexible and birdbrained, famed for their creepy constabulary.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading east to Jambi.
January 7th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Victory” and her captain, Willem Jacobszoon – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is William May, captain of the bergantina “Little Ben”. We set sail from Bengkulu, heading southeast to Ipuh. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disagreeable and unintentional, famed for their dreary turtles.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northeast to Jambi.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a similarly sized barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a black flag, coming fast at us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are steady and respectful, notorious for their tidy judiciary.
We set sail from Jambi, heading south to Padang.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Padang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are intuitive and genuine, notable for their debonair whispering.
We set sail from Padang, heading southeast to Tapian Nauli.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Tapian Nauli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are innovative and cooperative, widely known for their dramatic harbourmistress.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading north to Malacca.
January 6th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting carrack with dozens of cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, bearing down on us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are harebrained and cockeyed, reputable for their simple beeswax.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Pisang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are untaught and repugnant, notorious for their nasty ghosts.
We set sail from Pisang, heading southeast to Penang.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sluggish and lethargic, notorious for their imbecilic poetry.
We set sail from Penang, heading northeast to Kedah.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sluggish and dragging, notable for their preposterous timber.
We set sail from Kedah, heading northeast to Pattani.
January 10th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dreary and simpleminded, renowned for their abominable ale.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southeast to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 11th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath. We came across a pint-sized argosy with a handful of cannon, flying an English flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
January 11th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise… We came across a laughable bilander with a single cannon, flying an English flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are modest and tractable, renowned for their fair whispering.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Little Ben” and her captain, William May – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Juan Garcia, captain of the East Indiaman “Most Holy Trinity”. We set sail from Sukadana, heading southeast to Anjere. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Anjere after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are scummy and brash, widely known for their daft gemstones.
We set sail from Anjere, heading southeast to Pariaman.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Pariaman after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-bred and intelligent, notorious for their humorous architecture.
We set sail from Pariaman, heading south to Bengkunat.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bengkunat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are brainless and dirty, widely known for their contemptible mayoress.
We set sail from Bengkunat, heading southeast to Bengkulu.
January 5th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stoic and responsible, reputable for their strong wenches.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading southeast to Ipuh.
January 6th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northeast to Jambi.
January 7th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Thus ends the tale of the “Most Holy Trinity” and her captain, Juan Garcia – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Evans, captain of the galleon “Horwood”. We set sail from Nicobar Islands, heading southeast to Car Nicobar. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Car Nicobar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are reverential and many-sided, famed for their sweet lunar festival.
We set sail from Car Nicobar, heading east to Port Cornwallis.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Port Cornwallis after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dutiful and shrewd, renowned for their elegant lunar festival.
We set sail from Port Cornwallis, heading northeast to Rangoon.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are charming and focused, notorious for their debonair monkeys.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading north to Thanlyin.
January 5th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are infamous and slow, well-known for their poky mayoress.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 6th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
January 6th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are warm and disciplined, recognised for their attractive tea.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading southeast to Dhaka.
January 7th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise… We came across a laughable brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, running for their very lives.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Horwood” and her captain, John Evans – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Cornelis Janszoon van de Velde, captain of the bilander “Ashley”. We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are patient and genuine, notorious for their dynamic carriages.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading northeast to Pondicherry.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unwatchful and lousy, recognised for their odious harbourmistress.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southeast to Tranquebar.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are soft and pitiable, reputable for their forgettable gemstones.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading east to Parangipettai.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are conciliatory and attractive, famed for their rustic coffins.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading east to Cuddalore.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unwitting and deplorable, notorious for their censurable fountains.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are humdrum and inadvertent, reputable for their dull architecture.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northeast to Sadras.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are imaginative and lyrical, widely known for their brilliant carriages.
We set sail from Sadras, heading east to Fort St. George.
January 9th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are constant and self-critical, widely known for their urbane tombstones.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Ashley” and her captain, Cornelis Janszoon van de Velde – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Isaac Rochussen, captain of the bergantina “Roa Nova”. We set sail from Cannanore, heading northwest to Calicut. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are calm and educated, notable for their practical jewellery.
We set sail from Calicut, heading west to Ponnani.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Ponnani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are uninformed and gormless, recognised for their simple harbourmistress.
We set sail from Ponnani, heading northwest to Kodungallur.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unsafe and oblivious, notorious for their odious horses.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading west to Pallippuram.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are wacky and laggard, reputable for their despicable secret-keeping.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are eloquent and vivacious, renowned for their impressive magistrate.
We set sail from Cochin, heading west to Kayamkulam.
January 7th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incisive and charismatic, well-known for their scrupulous sacking.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon.
January 8th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-rounded and selfless, widely known for their neat priests.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “Roa Nova” and her captain, Isaac Rochussen – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Coxon, captain of the Dutch clipper “Great Ranger”. We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are drab and obnoxious, well-known for their imprudent lunar festival.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Lintin Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are bold and inflexible, renowned for their revolting fireworks.
We set sail from Lintin Island, heading north to Wang-an.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are articulate and winning, well-known for their decent lunar festival.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northwest to Anping.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are providential and generous, reputable for their hearty harbourmaster.
We set sail from Anping, heading northwest to Tainan.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Tainan after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Tainan, heading northeast to Tamsui.
January 7th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are observant and debonair, notorious for their accessible constabulary.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
January 8th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are peaceful and decent, reputable for their colourful ghosts.
We set sail from Keelung, heading west to Pulo Bay.
January 9th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
Thus ends the tale of the “Great Ranger” and her captain, John Coxon – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Thomas Cocklyn, captain of the bilander “Calypso”. We set sail from Port Cornwallis, heading west to Car Nicobar. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Car Nicobar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are gentle and unfoolable, reputable for their tidy rum.
We set sail from Car Nicobar, heading northwest to Nicobar Islands.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Nicobar Islands after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-critical and contemplative, renowned for their scholarly poetry.
We set sail from Nicobar Islands, heading north to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 4th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Calypso” and her captain, Thomas Cocklyn – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charles Harris, captain of the pinnace “Betsey”. We set sail from Mangalore, heading southeast to Travancore. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Travancore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unplanned and slothful, notorious for their disagreeable bar snacks.
We set sail from Travancore, heading northeast to Tellicherry.
January 3rd, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Betsey” and her captain, Charles Harris – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Richard Hawkins, captain of the brigantine “Flying Horse”. We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are caring and observant, notable for their precise rumourmongering.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are benevolent and passionate, recognised for their cheerful rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading west to Sadras.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are loathsome and crackpot, well-known for their unattractive annual circus.
We set sail from Sadras, heading southwest to Thiruppapuliyur.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dim-witted and witless, well-known for their sickening carriages.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northwest to Cuddalore.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are serious and empathetic, notorious for their brilliant pickles.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 7th, 1767
We came across a yapping lugger with a single cannon, flying a Dutch flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are drowsy and slothful, recognised for their unlikable beggars.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading west to Tranquebar.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are original and youthful, notorious for their patriotic mayoress.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading northwest to Pondicherry.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sluggish and idiotic, well-known for their horrid sacking.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind. We came across an evenly matched barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, bearing down on us.
Thus ends the tale of the “Flying Horse” and her captain, Richard Hawkins – both lost fighting a barquentine. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Henry Avery, captain of the Dutch clipper “Cæsar”. We set sail from Maio, heading south to Porto Praya. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Porto Praya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-read and imaginative, well-known for their articulate gemstones.
We set sail from Porto Praya, heading southwest to Fernando de Noronha.
January 3rd, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
January 3rd, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
January 3rd, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
Thus ends the tale of the “Cæsar” and her captain, Henry Avery – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Raveneau de Lussan, captain of the brigantine “Queen”. We set sail from False Bay, heading northwest to Travancore. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a formidable man o’ war with dozens of cannon, flying a French flag, bearing down on us. We passed across their line and commenced a very severe action, with the result that the entire mizzen mast, the aftmost of the ship’s three masts, is shot away along with all the standing & running rigging sails etc. Look at what I have done…
We arrived at Travancore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unfoolable and painstaking, widely known for their elegant judiciary.
We set sail from Travancore, heading northwest to Mangalore.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Mangalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are mean and empty-headed, notable for their vile tea.
We set sail from Mangalore, heading northeast to Tellicherry.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Tellicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unintentional and imprudent, renowned for their imbecilic wenches.
We set sail from Tellicherry, heading east to Teneriffe.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Teneriffe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inattentive and despicable, widely known for their dirty coffins.
We set sail from Teneriffe, heading southeast to Pring.
January 6th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting barque with dozens of cannon, flying a Dutch flag, coming fast at us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Pring after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cheerful and genuine, notable for their innovative libraries.
We set sail from Pring, heading southeast to Timor.
January 7th, 1767
We came across a small lugger with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an approximate East Indiaman with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, bearing down on us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Timor after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clean and constant, renowned for their sophisticated mayoress.
We set sail from Timor, heading south to Bantal.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Bantal after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incognizant and bubbleheaded, famed for their censurable annual circus.
We set sail from Bantal, heading southeast to Madura Island.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a forbidding fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying a Dutch flag, seeming to fly towards us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Madura Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are principled and intuitive, well-known for their imaginative barrels.
We set sail from Madura Island, heading south to Surabaya.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Surabaya after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Surabaya, heading northeast to Banjarmasin.
January 11th, 1767
We came across a pint-sized polacre with a single cannon, flying a Dutch flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Banjarmasin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are punctual and charming, recognised for their shrewd gemstones.
We set sail from Banjarmasin, heading northeast to Balambangan.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Balambangan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are irksome and humdrum, widely known for their pedestrian rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Balambangan, heading northeast to Sulu.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Sulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are contemplative and protective, well-known for their captivating coffins.
We set sail from Sulu, heading northwest to Bangka Island.
January 14th, 1767
January 14th, 1767
Provisions are running low, and the crew is starting to starve.
January 14th, 1767
I’m so hungry even the first mate is starting to look appetising…
We arrived at Bangka Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unwary and idle, renowned for their unlikable beeswax.
We set sail from Bangka Island, heading east to Manila.
It is a dark day – the hunger got so bad I had to eat my second-best pair of boots. I got the cabin boy to tenderise them but it made no difference.
Thus ends the tale of the “Queen” and her captain, Raveneau de Lussan – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Laurens de Graff, captain of the fly-boat “Pearl”. We set sail from Sulu, heading southwest to Balambangan. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Balambangan after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Balambangan, heading north to Bangka Island.
January 3rd, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bangka Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are peaceful and tasteful, recognised for their scrupulous mayoress.
We set sail from Bangka Island, heading west to Timor.
January 4th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
January 4th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “Pearl” and her captain, Laurens de Graff – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Ingela Gathenhielm, captain of the schooner “St. Antonion”. We set sail from Porto Novo, heading northwest to Benguela. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a forbidding cog with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, coming fast at us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
January 2nd, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath. We came across a small bilander with a single cannon, flying an English flag, making fast for open water.
January 2nd, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “St. Antonion” and her captain, Ingela Gathenhielm – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Juan Guartem, captain of the howker “Snap Dragon”. We set sail from Pulo Bay, heading south to Palakol. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Palakol after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are shameful and incautious, reputable for their flat barbers.
We set sail from Palakol, heading northwest to Manila.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Manila after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are scholarly and dignified, famed for their reverential gemstones.
We set sail from Manila, heading north to Second Bar.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Second Bar after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Second Bar, heading east to Tainan.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Tainan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nutty and lunatic, notorious for their appalling lunar festival.
We set sail from Tainan, heading southeast to Anping.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neat and precise, well-known for their skillful fountains.
We set sail from Anping, heading southeast to Wang-an.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are leaderly and meticulous, renowned for their simple barrels.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northeast to Tamsui.
January 8th, 1767
We came across a fearsome brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, bearing down on us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are softheaded and closed, well-known for their preposterous fish.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are gallant and allocentric, widely known for their humorous sacking.
We set sail from Keelung, heading south to Whampoa.
January 10th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Snap Dragon” and her captain, Juan Guartem – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Michiel Andrieszoon, captain of the bergantina “Susannah”. We set sail from Agra, heading north to Kanpur. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Kanpur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-sufficient and popular, notable for their intelligent libraries.
We set sail from Kanpur, heading northeast to Samarang.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Samarang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courageous and lovable, notorious for their serious fish.
We set sail from Samarang, heading northwest to Daman.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Daman after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are exciting and protean, well-known for their sophisticated librarians.
We set sail from Daman, heading northwest to Rajshahi.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a similarly sized brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, bearing down on us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are chuckleheaded and unintelligent, notorious for their unattractive fountains.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading west to Hugli.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Hugli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are remiss and uninformed, reputable for their unattractive mime artists.
We set sail from Hugli, heading northwest to Calcutta.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Calcutta after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dopey and dawdling, well-known for their witless rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Calcutta, heading east to Bankshall.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Bankshall after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tractable and efficient, well-known for their debonair alchemists.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading southwest to Kidderpore.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Kidderpore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are oblivious and indiscreet, notorious for their mean annual circus.
We set sail from Kidderpore, heading west to Diamond Harbour.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are pitiable and brainless, renowned for their mayoress.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading southwest to Balasore.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are loyal and organized, widely known for their humorous architecture.
We set sail from Balasore, heading southwest to Ganjam.
January 12th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
January 12th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are genuine and well-rounded, famed for their impressive lunar festival.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading southwest to Visakhapatnam.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “Susannah” and her captain, Michiel Andrieszoon – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Roche Braziliano, captain of the Dutch clipper “Helena”. We set sail from Surat, heading south to Swally. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are faithful and thorough, recognised for their humble fireworks.
We set sail from Swally, heading northeast to Bharuch.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Bharuch after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disciplined and witty, famed for their profound wenches.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading east to Ahmadabad.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are idealistic and punctual, reputable for their elegant priests.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading southwest to Diu.
January 5th, 1767
We came across an approximate frigate with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch flag, bearing down on us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Diu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unfoolable and conscientious, widely known for their sentimental mummers.
We set sail from Diu, heading northwest to Bombay.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Bombay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inconsiderate and reckless, notable for their horrible inns.
We set sail from Bombay, heading west to Vengurla.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Vengurla after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are airheaded and unready, notable for their tiresome fish.
We set sail from Vengurla, heading northwest to Goa.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Goa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are silly and lousy, notorious for their soft mayoress.
We set sail from Goa, heading west to Karwar.
January 9th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
We arrived at Karwar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are precise and magnanimous, notorious for their debonair carriages.
We set sail from Karwar, heading northwest to Kundapura.
January 10th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Kundapura after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inactive and heedless, reputable for their vile wenches.
We set sail from Kundapura, heading west to Cannanore.
January 11th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
Thus ends the tale of the “Helena” and her captain, Roche Braziliano – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charles Swan, captain of the frigate “Good Fortune”. We set sail from Kedgeree, heading west to Sangora. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are monotonous and vacuous, recognised for their deplorable libraries.
We set sail from Sangora, heading south to St Augustine’s Bay.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at St Augustine’s Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are genuine and uncomplaining, notorious for their sweet barbers.
We set sail from St Augustine’s Bay, heading southeast to Chusan.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Chusan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are soft and wretched, famed for their distasteful music.
We set sail from Chusan, heading southwest to Kinsale.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Kinsale after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are oblivious and idle, notable for their half-baked wenches.
We set sail from Kinsale, heading north to Deshima.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Deshima after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and shrewd, notorious for their amiable inns.
We set sail from Deshima, heading northeast to Lombok.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Lombok after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are moderate and alert, famed for their extraordinary barrels.
We set sail from Lombok, heading northwest to Bandar-e Kong.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Bandar-e Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are abominable and dirty, widely known for their unsafe gemstones.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading west to Point de Galle.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a diminutive xebec with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
January 9th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping. We came across an insignificant lugger with a single cannon, flying a Dutch flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Point de Galle after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daydreaming and wretched, reputable for their simple poetry.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading northwest to Onore.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nutty and unworthy, reputable for their reprehensible mayoress.
We set sail from Onore, heading southwest to Crooe.
January 11th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
We arrived at Crooe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are articulate and rational, recognised for their relaxed rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Crooe, heading south to Rogues River.
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Good Fortune” and her captain, Charles Swan – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jean Lafitte, captain of the Dutch clipper “Fama”. We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading northwest to Pattani. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are impetuous and vile, reputable for their appalling tombstones.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are revolting and unattractive, widely known for their obtuse literature.
We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are liberal and capable, widely known for their decent coffee.
We set sail from Penang, heading northwest to Malacca.
January 5th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are purposeful and cooperative, famed for their shrewd weather.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
January 6th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
January 6th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Pisang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sociable and prudent, well-known for their fair mummers.
We set sail from Pisang, heading southwest to Jambi.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Fama” and her captain, Jean Lafitte – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Assan Reis, captain of the bilander “Royal Fortune”. We set sail from Balambangan, heading northeast to Sulu. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Sulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are venturesome and reckless, notable for their loathsome ale.
We set sail from Sulu, heading northwest to Bangka Island.
January 3rd, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Bangka Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dynamic and adaptable, widely known for their fair secret-keeping.
We set sail from Bangka Island, heading west to Timor.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Royal Fortune” and her captain, Assan Reis – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is La Vivion, captain of the galleon “Diligence”. We set sail from Tainan, heading southeast to Anping. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are perfectionist and discreet, well-known for their modest harbourmaster.
We set sail from Anping, heading southeast to Wang-an.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are honorable and sympathetic, reputable for their suave rum.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northeast to Tamsui.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are polished and meticulous, famed for their non-authoritarian constabulary.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a yapping bilander with a single cannon, flying a black flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tidy and studious, renowned for their precise barrels.
We set sail from Keelung, heading south to Whampoa.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Whampoa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and rustic, well-known for their agreeable mayoress.
We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are doltish and dreary, famed for their revolting barrels.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Lintin Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are profound and calm, well-known for their accessible ghosts.
We set sail from Lintin Island, heading south to Thǎng Long.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a laughable cog with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch flag, running for their very lives.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a small brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying a Spanish flag, making fast for open water.
January 9th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
We arrived at Thǎng Long after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dutiful and understanding, well-known for their modest mushrooms.
We set sail from Thǎng Long, heading southeast to Acheh.
January 10th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
January 10th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind. We came across a diminutive cog with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Acheh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are idealistic and humble, well-known for their studious wenches.
We set sail from Acheh, heading northwest to Hội An.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Diligence” and her captain, La Vivion – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Oxenham, captain of the man o’ war “Flying Horse”. We set sail from Cox’s Island, heading south to Mana. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a laughable bilander with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a yapping brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Mana after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are doltish and inattentive, well-known for their imprudent fireworks.
We set sail from Mana, heading southwest to Rendezvous Island.
January 3rd, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Rendezvous Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are pedestrian and unplanned, recognised for their hideous pickles.
We set sail from Rendezvous Island, heading south to Bantam.
January 4th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Bantam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are charming and humorous, renowned for their debonair wildlife.
We set sail from Bantam, heading southwest to New Anchorage.
January 5th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
January 5th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
We arrived at New Anchorage after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are strong and patriotic, notorious for their inoffensive carriages.
We set sail from New Anchorage, heading southwest to Cape Colony.
Thus ends the tale of the “Flying Horse” and her captain, John Oxenham – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Halsey, captain of the pinnace “Rosamund”. We set sail from Rat Island, heading west to Fort St. David. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. David after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are independent and self-defacing, famed for their scrupulous librarians.
We set sail from Fort St. David, heading south to Amoy.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Amoy after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tedious and flat, reputable for their dull whispering.
We set sail from Amoy, heading north to New Anchorage.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched gallivat with a single cannon, flying a black flag, bearing down on us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at New Anchorage after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are witless and daydreaming, well-known for their notorious pickles.
We set sail from New Anchorage, heading northeast to Bantam.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Bantam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are allocentric and debonair, reputable for their witty poetry.
We set sail from Bantam, heading north to Rendezvous Island.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Rendezvous Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unprepared and foolish, widely known for their disagreeable fortune tellers.
We set sail from Rendezvous Island, heading northeast to Mana.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Mana after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Mana, heading north to Cox’s Island.
January 8th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Rosamund” and her captain, John Halsey – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Shirahama Kenki, captain of the xebec “Cæsar”. We set sail from Maio, heading south to Porto Praya. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Porto Praya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are articulate and neat, notorious for their elegant honey.
We set sail from Porto Praya, heading southwest to Fernando de Noronha.
January 3rd, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Cæsar” and her captain, Shirahama Kenki – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Anne Bonny, captain of the brig “Ashley”. We set sail from Dutch Ceylon, heading northeast to Trincomalee. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Trincomalee after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are harebrained and dim-witted, widely known for their repellent lunar festival.
We set sail from Trincomalee, heading southeast to Nagapattinam.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are obnoxious and incognizant, well-known for their sluggish sacking.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Nagore.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are brilliant and inoffensive, notorious for their amiable harbourmistress.
We set sail from Nagore, heading northeast to Pondicherry.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are providential and lovable, well-known for their amiable barbers.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southeast to Tranquebar.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lousy and reprehensible, recognised for their unlikable jewellery.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading east to Parangipettai.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are illaudable and half-witted, renowned for their flat judiciary.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading east to Cuddalore.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are invidious and unworthy, notorious for their pitiful monkeys.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are leaden and thickheaded, notable for their soft monkeys.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northeast to Sadras.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are slow-witted and thoughtless, notable for their repulsive weather.
We set sail from Sadras, heading east to Fort St. George.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are patriotic and reverential, notable for their captivating sacking.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are conscientious and selfless, famed for their tasteful carriages.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are rational and urbane, notorious for their discreet rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading east to Nizampatnam.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are deep and respectful, notable for their neat bar snacks.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading northeast to Machilipatnam.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Machilipatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nutty and unthinking, renowned for their shocking secret-keeping.
We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southeast to Nagulavancha.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Nagulavancha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sluggish and appalling, renowned for their nutty fortune tellers.
We set sail from Nagulavancha, heading south to Golkonda.
January 17th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched bergantina with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, bearing down on us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Golkonda after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disgraceful and unprepared, well-known for their quiet tea.
We set sail from Golkonda, heading north to Kakinada.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are odious and unvigilant, reputable for their unsafe barrels.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are efficient and ebullient, reputable for their tidy judiciary.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading northeast to Ganjam.
January 20th, 1767
We came across a forbidding fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish flag, seeming to fly towards us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
January 20th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unthinking and preposterous, renowned for their scandalous fortune tellers.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading northeast to Balasore.
January 21st, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
January 21st, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neglectful and dilatory, recognised for their simpleminded ale.
We set sail from Balasore, heading northeast to Diamond Harbour.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Ashley” and her captain, Anne Bonny – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Vincenzo Alessandri, captain of the argosy “Alice”. We set sail from Esfahan, heading northwest to Bandar Abbas. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an insignificant bilander with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Bandar Abbas after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inoffensive and protean, recognised for their debonair secret-keeping.
We set sail from Bandar Abbas, heading southwest to Qeshm.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Qeshm after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courageous and insouciant, recognised for their clever wenches.
We set sail from Qeshm, heading northwest to Muscat.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Muscat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are asinine and vacuous, notable for their reprehensible annual circus.
We set sail from Muscat, heading north to Sindh.
January 5th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Thus ends the tale of the “Alice” and her captain, Vincenzo Alessandri – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charlotte de Berry, captain of the pinnace “Roman Emperor”. We set sail from Palakol, heading north to Pulo Bay. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pulo Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dreamy and lagging, notable for their imprudent gemstones.
We set sail from Pulo Bay, heading northwest to Manila.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a threatening Dutch clipper with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, seeming to fly towards us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
We arrived at Manila after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are challenging and amiable, well-known for their debonair librarians.
We set sail from Manila, heading north to Second Bar.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Second Bar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are methodical and clear-headed, renowned for their extraordinary fireworks.
We set sail from Second Bar, heading east to Tainan.
January 5th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Roman Emperor” and her captain, Charlotte de Berry – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Gregor MacGregor, captain of the cog “Fancy”. We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are meticulous and dedicated, notable for their tidy annual circus.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading west to Tranquebar.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sickening and quiet, reputable for their lowbrow weather.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading northwest to Pondicherry.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are multi-leveled and clever, reputable for their heroic libraries.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inert and unwatchful, reputable for their creepy poetry.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Sadras.
January 8th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are softheaded and noisome, famed for their sickening whispering.
We set sail from Sadras, heading east to Fort St. George.
January 9th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are brain dead and unprepared, widely known for their imbecilic librarians.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are conscientious and objective, notorious for their scholarly ghosts.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
January 11th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are warm and reverential, renowned for their agreeable beggars.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading east to Nizampatnam.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Fancy” and her captain, Gregor MacGregor – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Woodes Rogers, captain of the brig “William”. We set sail from Perim, heading east to Al Mukha. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Al Mukha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are shrewd and practical, well-known for their admirable pickles.
We set sail from Al Mukha, heading northwest to Aden.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Aden after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sharing and focused, widely known for their dynamic monkeys.
We set sail from Aden, heading southeast to Martaban.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Martaban after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dawdling and drab, reputable for their wacky whispering.
We set sail from Martaban, heading northeast to Qeshm.
January 5th, 1767
January 5th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
January 5th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
Thus ends the tale of the “William” and her captain, Woodes Rogers – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Arnaut Mami, captain of the fly-boat “Oxford”. We set sail from Diu, heading north to Swally. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are harebrained and nutty, notable for their scandalous librarians.
We set sail from Swally, heading north to Surat.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are adaptable and romantic, reputable for their witty mayoress.
We set sail from Surat, heading east to Bharuch.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bharuch after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courteous and loyal, widely known for their scrupulous lunar festival.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading east to Ahmadabad.
January 5th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
We arrived at Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are relaxed and witty, famed for their warm coffee.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading northwest to Burhanpur.
January 6th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
January 6th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold. We came across an evenly matched ship of the line with dozens of cannon, flying a French flag, seeming to fly towards us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Burhanpur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tidy and discreet, notable for their relaxed turtles.
We set sail from Burhanpur, heading northeast to Mokha.
January 7th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Mokha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are preposterous and fatuous, reputable for their mean literature.
We set sail from Mokha, heading west to Golkonda.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Oxford” and her captain, Arnaut Mami – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Watlins, captain of the argosy “Mansel”. We set sail from Tranquebar, heading northwest to Pondicherry. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are censurable and dotty, reputable for their nauseating monkeys.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are modest and perceptive, widely known for their humorous fireworks.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are attractive and romantic, notable for their scholarly judiciary.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Parangipettai.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are compassionate and humble, renowned for their cheerful secret-keeping.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading east to Cuddalore.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courageous and brilliant, renowned for their profound beggars.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are oblivious and shady, notable for their vile doctors.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northeast to Sadras.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dishonorable and scandalous, reputable for their crackpot constabulary.
We set sail from Sadras, heading east to Fort St. George.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are reprehensible and dilatory, reputable for their crazy inns.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dutiful and undogmatic, notable for their curious gemstones.
We set sail from Madras, heading east to Pulicat.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sensitive and scholarly, renowned for their subtle mummers.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading east to Nizampatnam.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are amiable and debonair, well-known for their romantic annual circus.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading northeast to Machilipatnam.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Machilipatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are mature and perceptive, reputable for their tasteful fish.
We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southeast to Nagulavancha.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Nagulavancha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are shameful and unplanned, recognised for their half-baked monkeys.
We set sail from Nagulavancha, heading south to Golkonda.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Golkonda after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inadvertent and birdbrained, renowned for their witless magistrate.
We set sail from Golkonda, heading north to Kakinada.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courteous and systematic, famed for their imaginative tea.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
January 17th, 1767
We came across a menacing frigate with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, coming fast at us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are methodical and generous, renowned for their hearty fish.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading northeast to Ganjam.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are passionate and decisive, widely known for their original alchemists.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading northeast to Balasore.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are objective and leaderly, well-known for their reflective magistrate.
We set sail from Balasore, heading northeast to Diamond Harbour.
January 19th, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are methodical and organized, widely known for their studious rumourmongering.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading east to Kidderpore.
January 20th, 1767
We arrived at Kidderpore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are open and sweet, notorious for their innovative ale.
We set sail from Kidderpore, heading northeast to Calcutta.
January 21st, 1767
We arrived at Calcutta after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unplanned and dreaming, notable for their horrid fireworks.
We set sail from Calcutta, heading east to Bankshall.
January 22nd, 1767
We arrived at Bankshall after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are irksome and airheaded, recognised for their pedestrian weather.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading southeast to Hugli.
January 23rd, 1767
We arrived at Hugli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are solid and solid, widely known for their articulate whispering.
We set sail from Hugli, heading east to Rajshahi.
January 24th, 1767
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are responsible and lovable, notable for their brilliant harbourmistress.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading north to Dhaka.
January 25th, 1767
We arrived at Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dilatory and scummy, reputable for their forgettable harbourmistress.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading northwest to Mrauk U.
January 27th, 1767
We came across a pint-sized pinnace with a single cannon, flying an English flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are mad and humdrum, renowned for their pedestrian beeswax.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading northwest to Rangoon.
January 28th, 1767
We came across a menacing man o’ war with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, coming fast at us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incisive and responsible, recognised for their genuine timber.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading north to Thanlyin.
January 28th, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are shady and cuckoo, notorious for their lunatic judiciary.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading southwest to Port Cornwallis.
January 29th, 1767
We arrived at Port Cornwallis after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are orderly and intuitive, well-known for their humble fountains.
We set sail from Port Cornwallis, heading west to Car Nicobar.
January 30th, 1767
We arrived at Car Nicobar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are winning and subtle, reputable for their genuine mayor.
We set sail from Car Nicobar, heading northwest to Nicobar Islands.
February 1st, 1767
We came across a pint-sized lorcha with a single cannon, flying a French flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Nicobar Islands after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are chickenhearted and wearisome, recognised for their abominable tombstones.
We set sail from Nicobar Islands, heading north to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
February 1st, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are knowledgeable and decisive, well-known for their practical annual circus.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading northwest to Pattani.
February 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-denying and sensitive, renowned for their shrewd gemstones.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah.
February 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are irksome and inattentive, reputable for their imprudent pickles.
We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang.
February 4th, 1767
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Penang, heading northwest to Malacca.
February 6th, 1767
I haven’t seen able seaman Morris in some time, but at least the crew aren’t complaining about the lack of provisions right now…
February 6th, 1767
Able seaman Jones did his best, but his impersonation of a particularly attractive albatross did not succeed in luring a meal out of the skies.
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are warm and scholarly, notorious for their firm pickles.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
I had to break up a fight amongst the crew today over a particularly juicy weevil someone found in a barrel. I took the weevil back to my quarters for safekeeping until the rightful owner can be determined.
Thus ends the tale of the “Mansel” and her captain, John Watlins – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Edward Mansvelt, captain of the schooner “Thomas”. We set sail from Tainan, heading southeast to Anping. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are discreditable and insane, renowned for their creepy priests.
We set sail from Anping, heading southeast to Wang-an.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unworthy and asinine, notable for their flat coffee.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northeast to Tamsui.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting carrack with dozens of cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, bearing down on us. We passed across their line and commenced a very severe action, with the result that the entire mizzen mast, the aftmost of the ship’s three masts, is shot away along with all the standing & running rigging sails etc. Look at what I have done…
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tedious and jaded, renowned for their senseless constabulary.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nonintellectual and feebleminded, notorious for their humdrum librarians.
We set sail from Keelung, heading south to Whampoa.
January 6th, 1767
We came across an intimidating carrack with dozens of cannon, flying an English flag, coming fast at us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Whampoa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are chickenhearted and lunatic, notorious for their wearisome ghosts.
We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are knowledgeable and mature, renowned for their rustic poetry.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
January 8th, 1767
We came across a fearsome barque with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, seeming to fly towards us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Lintin Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are witty and teacherly, widely known for their romantic mummers.
We set sail from Lintin Island, heading south to Thǎng Long.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a feeble corvette with a single cannon, flying a French flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Thǎng Long after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-denying and shrewd, reputable for their original monkeys.
We set sail from Thǎng Long, heading southeast to Acheh.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Acheh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are contemptible and unguarded, renowned for their abhorrent barbers.
We set sail from Acheh, heading northwest to Hội An.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Hội An after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unthinking and empty-headed, widely known for their scummy doctors.
We set sail from Hội An, heading west to Condore.
January 12th, 1767
We came across a feeble gallivat with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Condore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are compassionate and sharing, reputable for their humorous coffee.
We set sail from Condore, heading south to Pattani.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are empty-headed and reprehensible, well-known for their scandalous fortune tellers.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are secure and skillful, famed for their elegant timber.
We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stoic and scholarly, notorious for their sporting mummers.
We set sail from Penang, heading east to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are vivacious and innovative, notable for their imaginative priests.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
January 17th, 1767
We came across a forbidding barque with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, coming fast at us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Ayutthaya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are offensive and noisome, recognised for their tedious monkeys.
We set sail from Ayutthaya, heading southeast to Thanlyin.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are wearisome and injudicious, reputable for their notorious turtles.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading south to Rangoon.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are scholarly and teacherly, notorious for their shrewd alchemists.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 20th, 1767
The bosun caught able seaman Jenkins gnawing on part of the running rigging. I had him flogged with it.
January 20th, 1767
The hunger dreams are getting more vivid – when I awoke this morning I swear I could still smell Mrs Miggins’ pie shop.
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are intelligent and scholarly, reputable for their protean tea.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading southeast to Dhaka.
Thus ends the tale of the “Thomas” and her captain, Edward Mansvelt – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charles Pickering, captain of the fly-boat “Flying King”. We set sail from Dutch Ceylon, heading northeast to Trincomalee. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a feeble corvette with a single cannon, flying an English flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Trincomalee after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nauseating and loathsome, reputable for their neglected barrels.
We set sail from Trincomalee, heading southeast to Nagapattinam.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a comparable barque with dozens of cannon, flying an English flag, bearing down on us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are captivating and teacherly, reputable for their admirable librarians.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Nagore.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are insouciant and peaceful, widely known for their reverential harbourmistress.
We set sail from Nagore, heading northeast to Pondicherry.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are intelligent and patient, notorious for their genuine architecture.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southeast to Tranquebar.
January 6th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are idle and abhorrent, famed for their idle doctors.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading east to Parangipettai.
January 7th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clear-headed and lyrical, notable for their modest rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading east to Cuddalore.
January 8th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are invidious and asleep, renowned for their scandalous librarians.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are bubbleheaded and dippy, notable for their sappy beggars.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northeast to Sadras.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Flying King” and her captain, Charles Pickering – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Dirck Simonszoon van Uitgeest, captain of the cog “Night Rambler”. We set sail from Ipuh, heading northwest to Bengkulu. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are rational and amiable, widely known for their precise horses.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading east to Jambi.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are brainless and invidious, famed for their unlikable judiciary.
We set sail from Jambi, heading south to Padang.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an imposing fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying a French flag, coming fast at us. We passed across their line and commenced a very severe action, with the result that the entire mizzen mast, the aftmost of the ship’s three masts, is shot away along with all the standing & running rigging sails etc. Look at what I have done…
We arrived at Padang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are thoughtless and airheaded, reputable for their insane tea.
We set sail from Padang, heading southeast to Tapian Nauli.
January 5th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Tapian Nauli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are discreditable and flat, recognised for their abhorrent constabulary.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading north to Malacca.
January 6th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
January 6th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable. We came across a comparable bergantina with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, seeming to fly towards us. We passed across their line and commenced a very severe action, with the result that the entire mizzen mast, the aftmost of the ship’s three masts, is shot away along with all the standing & running rigging sails etc. Look at what I have done…
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are regardless and untaught, notorious for their unsafe beggars.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Night Rambler” and her captain, Dirck Simonszoon van Uitgeest – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Gustav Skytte, captain of the carrack “Dove”. We set sail from Sulu, heading southwest to Balambangan. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Balambangan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are urbane and objective, famed for their sweet beeswax.
We set sail from Balambangan, heading north to Bangka Island.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a trifling argosy with a handful of cannon, flying a French flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Bangka Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are harebrained and venturesome, notorious for their simpleminded ghosts.
We set sail from Bangka Island, heading west to Timor.
January 4th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up… We came across a similarly sized man o’ war with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, seeming to fly towards us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
January 4th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
January 4th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind. We came across a comparable galleon with dozens of cannon, flying a Dutch flag, seeming to fly towards us. Made quick work of them, but many wounded: Adam Ross, landsman, compound fracture of the leg; William Finlay, able seaman, wounded dangerously by splinters; William Meyers, able seaman, badly cut in back and thighs splinters severe; William Kelson wounded in cheek and eyeball by splinters.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Dove” and her captain, Gustav Skytte – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Nathaniel North, captain of the polacre “Betsey”. We set sail from Kidderpore, heading northeast to Calcutta. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Calcutta after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simpleminded and tardy, notorious for their deplorable rumourmongering.
We set sail from Calcutta, heading east to Bankshall.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Bankshall after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unintelligent and lax, notable for their deplorable libraries.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading west to Diamond Harbour.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-denying and humorous, renowned for their articulate annual circus.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading east to Hugli.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Hugli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unthinking and lazy, well-known for their disreputable ale.
We set sail from Hugli, heading east to Rajshahi.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are observant and fun-loving, recognised for their neat wenches.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading north to Dhaka.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are deplorable and wretched, famed for their imprudent priests.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading southwest to Balasore.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are impressive and purposeful, notable for their humble fortune tellers.
We set sail from Balasore, heading southwest to Ganjam.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are perfectionist and shrewd, renowned for their dramatic wenches.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading southwest to Visakhapatnam.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are profound and logical, recognised for their charming alchemists.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading southwest to Kakinada.
January 11th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise… We came across an evenly matched bilander with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, bearing down on us. We saw them off, but there are some supply losses to catalogue: William Hetherby, bed & bedding, 1 outside jacket & 1 hat; Walter Hewen, 1 bed & bedding, 1 cotton shirt, 1 pair white trowsers, & 1 black silk handkerchf; and Josh Daniel, 1 bed & bedding, 1 pr blue trowsers, 1 hat & 1 pr shoes”.
We arrived at Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are colorful and fair, well-known for their firm mayor.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading southwest to Machilipatnam.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Betsey” and her captain, Nathaniel North – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is William Parker, captain of the East Indiaman “Law-Sacramento”. We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are jaded and humdrum, famed for their nutty mayor.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Lintin Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are educated and reverential, notable for their winning secret-keeping.
We set sail from Lintin Island, heading north to Wang-an.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inadvertent and heedless, recognised for their horrid literature.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northwest to Anping.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Anping, heading northwest to Tainan.
January 6th, 1767
We came across a laughable polacre with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Tainan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are romantic and sophisticated, notable for their solid magistrate.
We set sail from Tainan, heading northeast to Tamsui.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lunkheaded and sorry, well-known for their tedious honey.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are agreeable and understanding, notable for their shrewd carriages.
We set sail from Keelung, heading west to Pulo Bay.
January 9th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
January 9th, 1767
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
January 9th, 1767
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Thus ends the tale of the “Law-Sacramento” and her captain, William Parker – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Benjamin Hornigold, captain of the schooner “Dragon”. We set sail from Thǎng Long, heading southeast to Acheh. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a puny lugger with a single cannon, flying a French flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Acheh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are active and cultured, notable for their simple magistrate.
We set sail from Acheh, heading northwest to Hội An.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Hội An after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are modest and profound, renowned for their hearty fortune tellers.
We set sail from Hội An, heading west to Condore.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Condore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are responsible and appreciative, well-known for their accessible barbers.
We set sail from Condore, heading south to Pattani.
January 5th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
January 5th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are individualistic and honorable, famed for their relaxed inns.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah.
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
Thus ends the tale of the “Dragon” and her captain, Benjamin Hornigold – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jean Hamlin, captain of the brig “Richard”. We set sail from Cape of Good Hope, heading northeast to Mew Bay. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Mew Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are hardworking and discreet, famed for their non-authoritarian ghosts.
We set sail from Mew Bay, heading southeast to Saldanha Bay.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an evenly matched bergantina with a dozen cannon, flying a Spanish flag, bearing down on us. We prevailed, thanks to the officers and crew of the ship who supported me during the several actions with a steady coolness and determined intrepidity.
We arrived at Saldanha Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are suave and insouciant, notorious for their discreet lunar festival.
We set sail from Saldanha Bay, heading southeast to Angra Pequeña.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Angra Pequeña after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are slow-witted and absent, well-known for their loathsome music.
We set sail from Angra Pequeña, heading north to Ingeli.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a homuncular howker with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, running for their very lives.
January 5th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
January 5th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold. We came across an approximate frigate with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch flag, seeming to fly towards us. Our ships smashed into each other, our anchors locking us together. We set about reducing them to kindling by firing our guns alternately high and low.
January 5th, 1767
The first mate confiscated some noxious distillate from the crew this morning. There appears to be a weevil at the bottom of the bottle. It is surprisingly palatable.
We arrived at Ingeli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are invulnerable and self-denying, notorious for their patriotic tea.
We set sail from Ingeli, heading northeast to Delagoa Bay.
With the rum running out I have ordered the ship’s doctor to store his alcohol supplies in my cabin for safe keeping.
Thus ends the tale of the “Richard” and her captain, Jean Hamlin – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Guillaume Le Testu, captain of the corvette “Alliance”. We set sail from Thanlyin, heading south to Rangoon. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sorry and illiterate, notorious for their unlikable harbourmaster.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are enthusiastic and agreeable, reputable for their cheerful coffins.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading southeast to Dhaka.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are vivacious and undogmatic, reputable for their heroic coffee.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading south to Rajshahi.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unresponsive and poky, famed for their vile rumourmongering.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading west to Hugli.
I’ve ordered the first mate to water down the rum to make it last, but some of the crew are starting to sober up…
Thus ends the tale of the “Alliance” and her captain, Guillaume Le Testu – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John A. Murrell, captain of the man o’ war “Dove”. We set sail from Keelung, heading south to Tamsui. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Tamsui after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simple and unsafe, well-known for their tedious mayor.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading southwest to Wang-an.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sorry and dilatory, reputable for their unethical jewellery.
We set sail from Wang-an, heading northwest to Anping.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Anping after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simpleminded and lunkheaded, reputable for their lousy annual circus.
We set sail from Anping, heading northwest to Tainan.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a pint-sized cog with a dozen cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Tainan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sophisticated and shrewd, widely known for their scholarly doctors.
We set sail from Tainan, heading south to Whampoa.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Whampoa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are seamy and chuckleheaded, notorious for their deplorable weather.
We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are honest and well-bred, well-known for their brilliant honey.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
January 8th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
We arrived at Lintin Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are laggard and dim, famed for their poky fish.
We set sail from Lintin Island, heading south to Thǎng Long.
January 9th, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
January 9th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
January 9th, 1767
I’m deeply concerned about the crew, some of them are coming to the end of multi-year hangovers in the beating midday sun and remembering they’re still on my ship. I worry they might unionise…
We arrived at Thǎng Long after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and patriotic, reputable for their protean monkeys.
We set sail from Thǎng Long, heading southeast to Acheh.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Dove” and her captain, John A. Murrell – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Peter Easton, captain of the schooner “Cour Valant”. We set sail from Bengkunat, heading north to Pariaman. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pariaman after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are venturesome and selfless, well-known for their heroic beggars.
We set sail from Pariaman, heading northwest to Anjere.
January 2nd, 1767