January 1st, 1767
My name is Peter Easton, captain of the pinnace “Frederick”. We set sail from Muscat, heading southeast to Qeshm. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an imposing galleon with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish 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 Qeshm after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are absurd and boring, renowned for their pedestrian gemstones.
We set sail from Qeshm, heading northeast to Bandar Abbas.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Bandar Abbas after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are exciting and gallant, reputable for their tidy inns.
We set sail from Bandar Abbas, heading southeast to Esfahan.
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…
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 “Frederick” and her captain, Peter Easton – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Vincenzo Alessandri, captain of the lugger “Pallas”. We set sail from Amboina, heading east to Cape Colony. This is my log.
We came across a formidable brig with a dozen cannon, flying an English flag, coming fast at us.
Thus ends the tale of the “Pallas” and her captain, Vincenzo Alessandri – both lost fighting a brig. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Edward England, captain of the argosy “Mary”. We set sail from Fernando de Noronha, heading southwest to Coringa. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an insignificant howker with a single cannon, flying a French flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Coringa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are upright and hardworking, famed for their scholarly bar snacks.
We set sail from Coringa, heading west to Rio de Janeiro.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Rio de Janeiro after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are horrid and engrossed, well-known for their imprudent inns.
We set sail from Rio de Janeiro, heading south to Trinidade.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Trinidade after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are moderate and kind, well-known for their non-authoritarian rumourmongering.
We set sail from Trinidade, heading south to Billiton.
January 5th, 1767
We came across an insignificant lorcha with a single cannon, flying a black flag, running for their very lives.
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.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Mary” and her captain, Edward England – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Cornelis Wittebol, captain of the ship of the line “La Fortune”. 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 calm and secure, widely known for their warm coffins.
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 dragging and dim-witted, well-known for their loathsome constabulary.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading west to Diamond Harbour.
We came across a comparable fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying a black flag, seeming to fly towards us.
Thus ends the tale of the “La Fortune” and her captain, Cornelis Wittebol – both lost fighting a fly-boat. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Gow, captain of the ship of the line “Bea Fi”. We set sail from Bharuch, heading west to Surat. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tasteful and innovative, well-known for their decent pickles.
We set sail from Surat, heading south to Swally.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are witless and asleep, reputable for their idle fortune tellers.
We set sail from Swally, heading south to Diu.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Diu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are serious and upright, notorious for their captivating wenches.
We set sail from Diu, heading northwest to Bombay.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Bombay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are insensible and moronic, famed for their abhorrent monkeys.
We set sail from Bombay, heading west to Vengurla.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Vengurla after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are boneheaded and unvigilant, reputable for their sluggish beggars.
We set sail from Vengurla, heading northwest to Goa.
January 7th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Goa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are optimistic and capable, renowned for their rustic librarians.
We set sail from Goa, heading west to Karwar.
January 8th, 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 Karwar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are observant and perfectionist, reputable for their tasteful mushrooms.
We set sail from Karwar, heading northwest to Kundapura.
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 arrived at Kundapura after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unfoolable and purposeful, famed for their charismatic doctors.
We set sail from Kundapura, heading west to Cannanore.
January 10th, 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 “Bea Fi” and her captain, John Gow – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Vincenzo Alessandri, captain of the fluyt “Rover”. We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading west to Point de Galle. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Point de Galle after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unvigilant and vile, reputable for their absent literature.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading northwest to Onore.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are protean and creative, notable for their agreeable wildlife.
We set sail from Onore, heading southwest to Crooe.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Crooe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are thickheaded and unintellectual, renowned for their boring fireworks.
We set sail from Crooe, heading south to Rogues River.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Rogues River after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are liberal and spontaneous, notorious for their charismatic pickles.
We set sail from Rogues River, heading southeast to Sangora.
January 6th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate.
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.
We arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are constant and well-rounded, notorious for their cheerful weather.
We set sail from Sangora, heading east to Kedgeree.
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 Kedgeree after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are undogmatic and admirable, reputable for their creative carriages.
We set sail from Kedgeree, heading southwest to St Augustine’s Bay.
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…
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Rover” and her captain, Vincenzo Alessandri – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Ingela Gathenhielm, captain of the brigantine “Cinque Ports”. We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southwest to Nizampatnam. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are perceptive and self-defacing, notable for their cheerful beeswax.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading east to Nagulavancha.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Nagulavancha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are farsighted and adaptable, widely known for their charismatic librarians.
We set sail from Nagulavancha, heading south to Golkonda.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Golkonda after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are winning and tidy, famed for their shrewd constabulary.
We set sail from Golkonda, heading north to Kakinada.
January 5th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched frigate with a dozen cannon, flying a black 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 Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tiresome and insensible, notorious for their obtuse poetry.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
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 arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sober and hardworking, notable for their extraordinary literature.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading northeast to Ganjam.
January 7th, 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 Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sociable and dutiful, widely known for their imaginative sacking.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading northeast to Balasore.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Cinque Ports” and her captain, Ingela Gathenhielm – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Alexander Dalzeel, captain of the frigate “Duguay Trouin”. We set sail from Bharuch, heading west to Surat. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a forbidding galleon with dozens of cannon, flying a Dutch 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 Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are educated and compassionate, reputable for their innovative honey.
We set sail from Surat, heading south to Swally.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are reflective and conciliatory, well-known for their romantic monkeys.
We set sail from Swally, heading south to Diu.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Diu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are debonair and charming, recognised for their studious gemstones.
We set sail from Diu, heading northwest to Bombay.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a laughable lorcha with a single cannon, flying a French flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Bombay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are appreciative and simple, notable for their reliable ghosts.
We set sail from Bombay, heading west to Vengurla.
January 6th, 1767
We came across an approximate barquentine with a dozen 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 Vengurla after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are peaceful and friendly, notable for their daring bar snacks.
We set sail from Vengurla, heading northwest to Goa.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Goa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are seamy and sluggish, renowned for their idle ghosts.
We set sail from Goa, heading west to Karwar.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Karwar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are deep and witty, widely known for their tidy timber.
We set sail from Karwar, heading northwest to Kundapura.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a pint-sized corvette with a single cannon, flying a black flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Kundapura after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are amiable and upright, notorious for their exciting ghosts.
We set sail from Kundapura, heading west to Cannanore.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sage and gentle, renowned for their urbane poetry.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading northwest to Calicut.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are flat and invidious, well-known for their shameful sacking.
We set sail from Calicut, heading west to Ponnani.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Ponnani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are athletic and personable, well-known for their romantic fish.
We set sail from Ponnani, heading northwest to Kodungallur.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-defacing and decisive, famed for their polished inns.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading west to Pallippuram.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are understanding and patient, recognised for their sober magistrate.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cuckoo and unintentional, well-known for their hideous literature.
We set sail from Cochin, heading west to Kayamkulam.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are methodical and wise, well-known for their non-authoritarian music.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon.
January 16th, 1767
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are studious and mature, reputable for their practical fortune tellers.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 18th, 1767
We came across a yapping corvette with a single cannon, flying a black flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are adventurous and rustic, famed for their meticulous coffee.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading northwest to Cape Comorin.
January 19th, 1767
We came across a fearsome man o’ war with dozens of 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 Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nonintellectual and absentminded, widely known for their seamy music.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading northeast to Thoothukudi.
January 20th, 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 Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are venturesome and poky, reputable for their crazy doctors.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading northwest to Dutch Ceylon.
January 21st, 1767
Our rum is all but exhausted, the rousing sea shanties that used to herald our passage are mere echoes in my mind.
January 21st, 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 Dutch Ceylon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incognizant and dallying, reputable for their repellent ale.
We set sail from Dutch Ceylon, heading northeast to Trincomalee.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Duguay Trouin” and her captain, Alexander Dalzeel – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is William Knight, captain of the carrack “Endeavour”. We set sail from Santa Cruz, heading north to Diamond Point. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Diamond Point after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dull and illiterate, notorious for their distasteful beggars.
We set sail from Diamond Point, heading north to Bushire.
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 an equivalent fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying an English flag, bearing down on us.
Thus ends the tale of the “Endeavour” and her captain, William Knight – both lost fighting a fly-boat. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Lawrence Prince, captain of the gallivat “Vrouw Magdalena”. We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southwest to Nizampatnam. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are screwball and inflexible, notable for their lunatic doctors.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading east to Nagulavancha.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an intimidating brig with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch 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 Nagulavancha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daft and wretched, famed for their discreditable monkeys.
We set sail from Nagulavancha, heading south to Golkonda.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Golkonda after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are wretched and softheaded, reputable for their tedious barrels.
We set sail from Golkonda, heading north to Kakinada.
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 Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are discreet and energetic, renowned for their strong rumourmongering.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
Thus ends the tale of the “Vrouw Magdalena” and her captain, Lawrence Prince – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Woodes Rogers, captain of the howker “San Pedro”. 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 freethinking and romantic, renowned for their amiable whispering.
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 generous and protective, recognised for their urbane tea.
We set sail from St Augustine’s Bay, heading southeast to Chusan.
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 arrived at Chusan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inconsiderate and unwitting, recognised for their poky doctors.
We set sail from Chusan, heading southwest to Kinsale.
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 “San Pedro” and her captain, Woodes Rogers – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Morris, captain of the galleon “Russia Merchant”. We set sail from Madras, heading north to Fort St. George. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are decisive and meticulous, notable for their suave literature.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading east to Pulicat.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a laughable gallivat with a single cannon, flying a French flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Pulicat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are poky and mean, famed for their neglected music.
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 dynamic and eloquent, notable for their sexy secret-keeping.
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 uncomplaining and steady, renowned for their dynamic harbourmistress.
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 self-defacing and undogmatic, reputable for their sober harbourmistress.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an insignificant lorcha with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are wretched and stubborn, famed for their drab ale.
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 firm and resourceful, reputable for their popular mummers.
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 many-sided and providential, notable for their subtle constabulary.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are articulate and nonauthoritarian, notable for their discreet music.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are polished and protective, widely known for their charming fireworks.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading southwest to Thoothukudi.
January 12th, 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 Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are teacherly and playful, renowned for their popular harbourmaster.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading southwest to Cape Comorin.
January 13th, 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 Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tractable and heroic, widely known for their brilliant harbourmaster.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading southeast to Anjengo.
January 14th, 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 Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are crackpot and dim-witted, widely known for their disgraceful gemstones.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading southeast to Quilon.
January 15th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are softheaded and crawling, reputable for their shocking monkeys.
We set sail from Quilon, heading east to Kayamkulam.
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 “Russia Merchant” and her captain, John Morris – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Eduardo Blomar, captain of the pinnace “Latitia”. We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sophisticated and forgiving, notorious for their reflective fountains.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are offensive and awful, famed for their lowbrow mummers.
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 persuasive and challenging, notable for their tidy mayoress.
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 knowledgeable and vivacious, notable for their dramatic carriages.
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 orderly and courageous, well-known for their decent whispering.
We set sail from Cochin, heading southeast to Pallippuram.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unworthy and unprepared, well-known for their insane mime artists.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading east to Kodungallur.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are obtuse and lowbrow, notorious for their loathsome libraries.
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 slow-witted and unresponsive, well-known for their disagreeable lunar festival.
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 inadvertent and contemptible, notorious for their deplorable beggars.
We set sail from Calicut, heading southeast to Cannanore.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are repellent and illiterate, notable for their appalling literature.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading east to Kundapura.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Kundapura after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are leaderly and practical, reputable for their humble mayor.
We set sail from Kundapura, heading southeast to Karwar.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Karwar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are peaceful and cheerful, notable for their disciplined secret-keeping.
We set sail from Karwar, heading east to Goa.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Goa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sappy and unethical, reputable for their forgettable constabulary.
We set sail from Goa, heading southeast to Vengurla.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Vengurla after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simple and absorbed, reputable for their unattractive wenches.
We set sail from Vengurla, heading east to Bombay.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Bombay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are organized and warm, well-known for their intelligent mime artists.
We set sail from Bombay, heading east to Swally.
January 17th, 1767
We came across an imposing cog with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese 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 Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are playful and sharing, famed for their tidy fountains.
We set sail from Swally, heading north to Surat.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are kind and relaxed, famed for their accessible doctors.
We set sail from Surat, heading east to Bharuch.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Bharuch after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading east to Ahmadabad.
January 20th, 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 Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are repulsive and unintelligent, famed for their lunatic monkeys.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading southwest to Diu.
Thus ends the tale of the “Latitia” and her captain, Eduardo Blomar – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Bartholomew Roberts, captain of the corvette “Copenhagen”. 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 censurable and slow, widely known for their lunatic music.
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 slow and sappy, reputable for their creepy doctors.
We set sail from Aden, heading southeast to Martaban.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an intimidating East Indiaman with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch 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 Martaban after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are calm and protective, reputable for their clever beggars.
We set sail from Martaban, heading northeast to Qeshm.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Qeshm after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disagreeable and imbecile, notorious for their asinine rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Qeshm, heading northeast to Bandar Abbas.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Bandar Abbas after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Bandar Abbas, heading northwest to Muscat.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Muscat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are loyal and well-read, famed for their strong poetry.
We set sail from Muscat, heading north to Sindh.
January 8th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting barque 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.
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 Sindh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are slow-witted and unintelligent, notable for their wacky annual circus.
We set sail from Sindh, heading northwest to Ahmadabad.
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 “Copenhagen” and her captain, Bartholomew Roberts – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Vincent Gambi, captain of the schooner “Jacob”. We set sail from Rangoon, heading north to Thanlyin. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are seamy and lagging, widely known for their ignorant judiciary.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are original and winning, notable for their idealistic lunar festival.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading southeast to Dhaka.
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.
January 4th, 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 threatening barque with dozens 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 Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are peaceful and responsive, widely known for their dramatic mummers.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading south to Rajshahi.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Jacob” and her captain, Vincent Gambi – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Black Caesar, captain of the ship of the line “Diana”. We set sail from Mahé, heading southwest to Johanna. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Johanna after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are teacherly and well-rounded, well-known for their decent fortune tellers.
We set sail from Johanna, heading northwest to Mauritius.
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.
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
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 “Diana” and her captain, Black Caesar – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Claes Compaan, captain of the gallivat “Dispatch”. 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 unheeding and dull, notable for their repugnant coffee.
We set sail from Car Nicobar, heading northwest to Nicobar Islands.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a comparable bilander with a single 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 Nicobar Islands after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sociable and systematic, renowned for their strong priests.
We set sail from Nicobar Islands, heading north to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lunkheaded and unready, reputable for their half-baked jewellery.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading northwest to Pattani.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incisive and decisive, reputable for their romantic alchemists.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah.
January 6th, 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 Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are ebullient and stable, well-known for their exciting literature.
We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang.
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 “Dispatch” and her captain, Claes Compaan – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is George Booth, captain of the corvette “Espiègle”. We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northwest to Cuddalore. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clean and clear-headed, renowned for their subtle barbers.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inconsiderate and unvigilant, recognised for their dull libraries.
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 daft and asleep, famed for their disreputable constabulary.
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 self-sufficient and sane, widely known for their warm mayor.
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 hideous and dragging, reputable for their infamous priests.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Sadras.
January 8th, 1767
We came across a threatening barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a French 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 Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are selfless and attractive, famed for their clean weather.
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 unready and noisome, notorious for their abstracted whispering.
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 imbecile and unethical, notorious for their wearisome coffins.
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 precise and courageous, reputable for their sophisticated tombstones.
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 sympathetic and caring, widely known for their colourful fountains.
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 slow-witted and closed, renowned for their lunatic mayor.
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 debonair and forgiving, famed for their dramatic coffins.
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 reckless and imprudent, famed for their noisy lunar festival.
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 colorful and youthful, reputable for their original rum.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
January 16th, 1767
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sober and individualistic, recognised for their disciplined mushrooms.
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 innovative and dramatic, notable for their cheerful beggars.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading northeast to Balasore.
January 19th, 1767
We came across a fearsome ship of the line with dozens of cannon, flying a black 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 Balasore after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Balasore, heading northeast to Diamond Harbour.
January 20th, 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 Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tidy and well-bred, well-known for their subtle music.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading east to Kidderpore.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Espiègle” and her captain, George Booth – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charlotte de Berry, captain of the frigate “Mignonne”. We set sail from Fulta, heading northwest to Esfahan. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Esfahan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are polished and independent, renowned for their witty jewellery.
We set sail from Esfahan, heading northwest to Bandar Abbas.
January 3rd, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Bandar Abbas after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are fun-loving and charismatic, renowned for their tidy gemstones.
We set sail from Bandar Abbas, heading southwest to Qeshm.
January 4th, 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 Qeshm after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are base and dishonorable, reputable for their half-baked mayor.
We set sail from Qeshm, heading northwest to Muscat.
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.
Thus ends the tale of the “Mignonne” and her captain, Charlotte de Berry – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Stenka Razin, captain of the polacre “Sandown”. 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 lax and brain dead, widely known for their absurd barbers.
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 sane and deep, famed for their sophisticated lunar festival.
We set sail from Nicobar Islands, heading north to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
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 arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unthinking and illaudable, well-known for their forgettable alchemists.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading northwest to Pattani.
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 “Sandown” and her captain, Stenka Razin – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Pedro Menéndez de Avilés, captain of the argosy “San Joaquim”. We set sail from St Helena, heading southeast to Ascension Island. This is my log.
We came across an intimidating bergantina with a dozen cannon, flying a Spanish flag, coming fast at us.
Thus ends the tale of the “San Joaquim” and her captain, Pedro Menéndez de Avilés – both lost fighting a bergantina. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Peter Alston, captain of the bilander “Soldado”. We set sail from Benguela, heading west to Angra Pequeña. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Angra Pequeña after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are leaderly and sociable, reputable for their daring inns.
We set sail from Angra Pequeña, heading northwest to Saldanha Bay.
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 “Soldado” and her captain, Peter Alston – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Chevalier du Plessis, captain of the bilander “Neptune”. We set sail from Kodungallur, heading west to Pallippuram. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are innovative and independent, notorious for their firm mummers.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting ship of the line with dozens of cannon, flying a black 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 Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are detestable and dilatory, notorious for their vacuous honey.
We set sail from Cochin, heading west to Kayamkulam.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unresponsive and scabby, renowned for their unethical inns.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are spontaneous and knowledgeable, renowned for their suave lunar festival.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are impetuous and unintelligent, well-known for their obtuse mummers.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading northwest to Cape Comorin.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disgraceful and shameful, reputable for their nonsensical annual circus.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading northeast to Thoothukudi.
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 Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are contemplative and peaceful, notorious for their articulate coffee.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading northwest to Dutch Ceylon.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Neptune” and her captain, Chevalier du Plessis – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Matsura Takanobu, captain of the Dutch clipper “Dove”. We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sordid and horrible, reputable for their reprehensible rum.
We set sail from Keelung, heading southwest to Wang-an.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an equivalent East Indiaman with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese 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 Wang-an after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are deep and articulate, notorious for their charming beggars.
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 self-defacing and inoffensive, renowned for their sweet alchemists.
We set sail from Anping, heading northwest to Tainan.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Tainan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are accessible and spontaneous, well-known for their inoffensive architecture.
We set sail from Tainan, heading south to Whampoa.
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.
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 Whampoa after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are displeasing and brash, notable for their half-baked mushrooms.
We set sail from Whampoa, heading southwest to Hong Kong.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Hong Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are educated and meticulous, notable for their winning whispering.
We set sail from Hong Kong, heading south to Lintin Island.
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 “Dove” and her captain, Matsura Takanobu – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jean du Casse, captain of the barque “Mocha”. We set sail from Pattani, heading southwest to Kedah. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are farsighted and gracious, widely known for their protean honey.
We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an insignificant brigantine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simpleminded and imbecile, renowned for their revolting judiciary.
We set sail from Penang, heading east to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are attractive and idealistic, notorious for their dramatic bar snacks.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
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 Ayutthaya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are serious and objective, reputable for their humorous alchemists.
We set sail from Ayutthaya, heading southeast to Thanlyin.
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…
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Mocha” and her captain, Jean du Casse – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Samuel Bellamy, captain of the pinnace “Happy Delivery”. 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 doltish and dishonorable, renowned for their obtuse 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. The people here are unknowing and monotonous, reputable for their shady horses.
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 well-read and resourceful, recognised for their sporting turtles.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading northwest to Pondicherry.
January 5th, 1767
We came across an intimidating galleon 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 Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are steady and colorful, notable for their creative beggars.
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 cooperative and serious, well-known for their charming carriages.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing.
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 stoic and peaceful, reputable for their extraordinary rumourmongering.
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 extraordinary and challenging, notable for their captivating mayoress.
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 reckless and insane, renowned for their sluggish mayoress.
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 captivating and anticipative, well-known for their charismatic harbourmaster.
We set sail from Pulicat, heading east to Nizampatnam.
January 12th, 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 Nizampatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are humorous and deep, widely known for their innovative fortune tellers.
We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading northeast to Machilipatnam.
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 “Happy Delivery” and her captain, Samuel Bellamy – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Murat Reis the Elder, captain of the argosy “Sybille”. We set sail from Padang, heading northwest to Ipuh. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are discreet and charismatic, renowned for their practical horses.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northwest to Bengkulu.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dopey and inattentive, reputable for their librarians.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading east to Jambi.
January 4th, 1767
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 arrived at Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are admirable and sane, notable for their sober rumourmongering.
We set sail from Jambi, heading northeast to Pisang.
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 “Sybille” and her captain, Murat Reis the Elder – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charles Pickering, captain of the pinnace “Jonge Batavia”. 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 unheeding and odious, reputable for their preposterous sacking.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northeast to Jambi.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are high-minded and forthright, famed for their protean architecture.
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 independent and sharing, widely known for their serious 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 colorful and hardworking, widely known for their inoffensive mayoress.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading north to Malacca.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dignified and scholarly, notorious for their disciplined inns.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
January 7th, 1767
We came across a similarly sized lugger with a single cannon, flying a Spanish 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.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched gallivat with a single 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 Pisang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are flat and distracted, reputable for their horrid beeswax.
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 idealistic and sentimental, reputable for their charismatic ghosts.
We set sail from Penang, heading northeast to Kedah.
January 9th, 1767
We came across an evenly matched xebec with a single 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 Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neglectful and creeping, notorious for their poky fish.
We set sail from Kedah, heading northeast to Pattani.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are reckless and displeasing, recognised for their tedious librarians.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southeast to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 11th, 1767
We came across an approximate polacre with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese 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 Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are negligent and regardless, recognised for their simple poetry.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Ayutthaya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are protective and modest, renowned for their sexy mummers.
We set sail from Ayutthaya, heading southeast to Thanlyin.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading south to Rangoon.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forthright and cheerful, recognised for their studious tombstones.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 15th, 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 “Jonge Batavia” and her captain, Charles Pickering – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is John Callis, captain of the howker “Jane”. We set sail from Chusan, heading southwest to Kinsale. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Kinsale after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are thickheaded and unplanned, renowned for their abominable rum.
We set sail from Kinsale, heading north 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 absentminded and despicable, famed for their idle magistrate.
We set sail from St Augustine’s Bay, heading north to Sangora.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daydreaming and crazy, reputable for their hideous barrels.
We set sail from Sangora, heading east to Kedgeree.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Kedgeree after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are seamy and poking, recognised for their indiscreet librarians.
We set sail from Kedgeree, heading north to Deshima.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Deshima after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are creative and benevolent, renowned for their tasteful pickles.
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 asleep and lethargic, widely known for their daft priests.
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 unthinking and dotty, recognised for their awful mummers.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading west to Point de Galle.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Point de Galle after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are strong and self-denying, recognised for their exciting architecture.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading northwest to Onore.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Onore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are silly and heedless, reputable for their mayor.
We set sail from Onore, heading southwest to Crooe.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Crooe after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are prudent and rustic, well-known for their cultured coffins.
We set sail from Crooe, heading south to Rogues River.
January 12th, 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 “Jane” and her captain, John Callis – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Renato Beluche, captain of the ship of the line “Vrouw Magdalena”. We set sail from Nizampatnam, heading northeast to Machilipatnam. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Machilipatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are hideous and impetuous, well-known for their scummy judiciary.
We set sail from Machilipatnam, heading southeast to Nagulavancha.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Nagulavancha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are empathetic and genuine, notable for their impressive mayoress.
We set sail from Nagulavancha, heading south to Golkonda.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Golkonda after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are secure and creative, recognised for their charming sacking.
We set sail from Golkonda, heading north to Kakinada.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a feeble schooner with a handful of cannon, flying a black flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Kakinada after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sensitive and incisive, famed for their solid ale.
We set sail from Kakinada, heading northeast to Visakhapatnam.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tiresome and softheaded, widely known for their senseless barrels.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading northeast to Ganjam.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are empathetic and charismatic, recognised for their warm mayoress.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading northeast to Balasore.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are awful and silly, recognised for their unethical bar snacks.
We set sail from Balasore, heading northeast to Diamond Harbour.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are orderly and perceptive, renowned for their innovative literature.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading east to Kidderpore.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Kidderpore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are poking and shameful, recognised for their drab fortune tellers.
We set sail from Kidderpore, heading northeast to Calcutta.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Calcutta after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unattractive and unwary, famed for their flat alchemists.
We set sail from Calcutta, heading east to Bankshall.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Bankshall after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are idealistic and nonauthoritarian, recognised for their polished barrels.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading southeast to Hugli.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Hugli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are zany and drowsy, well-known for their unethical beggars.
We set sail from Hugli, heading east to Rajshahi.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are shameful and deplorable, notable for their wearisome fish.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading north to Dhaka.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are meticulous and cooperative, famed for their sweet horses.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading northwest to Mrauk U.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are educated and rustic, renowned for their discreet harbourmaster.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading northwest to Rangoon.
January 16th, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are responsive and optimistic, notorious for their dignified weather.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading north to Thanlyin.
January 18th, 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 Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are logical and profound, notable for their amiable tea.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading southwest to Port Cornwallis.
January 19th, 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 19th, 1767
January 19th, 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 Port Cornwallis after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are appalling and witless, well-known for their infamous poetry.
We set sail from Port Cornwallis, heading west to Car Nicobar.
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 “Vrouw Magdalena” and her captain, Renato Beluche – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is David Marteen, captain of the argosy “Jacob”. 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 horrid and unsavory, renowned for their discreditable wildlife.
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.
We set sail from Point de Galle, heading east to Bandar-e Kong.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bandar-e Kong after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are capable and efficient, well-known for their dramatic ale.
We set sail from Bandar-e Kong, heading southeast to Lombok.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Lombok after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are secure and well-read, notable for their serious rumourmongering.
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 genuine and genuine, well-known for their hearty mayoress.
We set sail from Deshima, heading south to Sangora.
January 7th, 1767
We came across a puny howker with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Sangora, heading east to Kedgeree.
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 Kedgeree after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are humorous and balanced, widely known for their idealistic pickles.
We set sail from Kedgeree, heading southwest to St Augustine’s Bay.
January 9th, 1767
The crew’s rum ration barely deserves the name, sometimes I worry they can smell my special reserves on my breath.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Jacob” and her captain, David Marteen – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Daniel Johnson, captain of the corvette “Copenhagen”. 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 original and perfectionist, well-known for their precise literature.
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 dramatic and sharing, renowned for their meticulous mushrooms.
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 sage and many-sided, reputable for their modest literature.
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 protean and playful, famed for their cultured mime artists.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southeast to Tranquebar.
January 6th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are boring and dippy, notable for their scummy timber.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading east to Parangipettai.
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 “Copenhagen” and her captain, Daniel Johnson – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Ingela Gathenhielm, captain of the howker “Fly”. We set sail from Balambangan, heading northeast to Sulu. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an equivalent gallivat with a single cannon, flying an English 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 Sulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unethical and unintelligent, notorious for their dreary wildlife.
We set sail from Sulu, heading northwest 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.
Thus ends the tale of the “Fly” and her captain, Ingela Gathenhielm – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Alexander White, captain of the bilander “Law-Sacramento”. We set sail from Moco Moco, heading west to Billiton. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an imposing man o’ war with dozens of 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 Billiton after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forceful and responsive, well-known for their fair annual circus.
We set sail from Billiton, heading west to Santiago.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Santiago after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are many-sided and earnest, widely known for their heroic secret-keeping.
We set sail from Santiago, heading north to Trinidade.
January 4th, 1767
We came across a fearsome man o’ war with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish 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.
January 4th, 1767
We came across a similarly sized bilander with a single 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.
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…
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 “Law-Sacramento” and her captain, Alexander White – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Cornelius Jol, captain of the Dutch clipper “Pickmans”. 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 sorry and horrid, notorious for their mad magistrate.
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 monotonous and detestable, reputable for their horrid honey.
We set sail from St Augustine’s Bay, heading southeast to Chusan.
January 4th, 1767
We came across a homuncular bilander with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Chusan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are impressive and esthetic, notable for their serious bar snacks.
We set sail from Chusan, heading southwest to Kinsale.
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 Kinsale after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Kinsale, heading north to Deshima.
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…
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Pickmans” and her captain, Cornelius Jol – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is William Fly, captain of the bilander “Adventure Prize”. 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 unintellectual and inert, reputable for their seamy beeswax.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading east to Jambi.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an intimidating brig with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese 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.
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 hearty and witty, notable for their attractive secret-keeping.
We set sail from Padang, heading southeast to Tapian Nauli.
January 5th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting schooner with a handful of cannon, flying an English 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 Tapian Nauli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-defacing and venturesome, famed for their accessible beeswax.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading north to Malacca.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are abominable and crawling, renowned for their detestable mayor.
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 clever and serious, renowned for their dynamic fireworks.
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 monotonous and humdrum, notable for their shameful magistrate.
We set sail from Penang, heading northeast to Kedah.
January 9th, 1767
We came across a formidable argosy with a handful of 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 Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are remiss and simpleminded, widely known for their silly librarians.
We set sail from Kedah, heading northeast to Pattani.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are insensible and asleep, notable for their nauseating poetry.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southeast to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are disciplined and thorough, notorious for their daring literature.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
January 12th, 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 “Adventure Prize” and her captain, William Fly – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is La Vivion, captain of the ship of the line “Latitia”. We set sail from Moco Moco, heading west to Billiton. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Billiton after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are selfless and genuine, renowned for their modest turtles.
We set sail from Billiton, heading west to Santiago.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across a pint-sized frigate with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Santiago after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simple and genuine, reputable for their inoffensive librarians.
We set sail from Santiago, heading north to Trinidade.
January 4th, 1767
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 comparable carrack with dozens of 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.
January 4th, 1767
Able seaman Smith has gone blind after drinking a foul-smelling liquor distilled from old boots. The crew are getting desparate. We came across a puny lorcha with a single cannon, flying a black flag, making fast for open water.
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.
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 “Latitia” and her captain, La Vivion – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jacques Tavernier, captain of the pinnace “Dispatch”. We set sail from Kedah, heading southwest to Penang. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unready and unintelligent, widely known for their worthless jewellery.
We set sail from Penang, heading northeast to Pattani.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southeast to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are gormless and uninformed, reputable for their repugnant doctors.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Ayutthaya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are popular and adaptable, notable for their sentimental barrels.
We set sail from Ayutthaya, heading southeast to Thanlyin.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading south to Rangoon.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are elegant and secure, well-known for their colourful inns.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
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…
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Dispatch” and her captain, Jacques Tavernier – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Eduardo Blomar, captain of the carrack “La Tourterelle”. We set sail from Qeshm, heading northeast to Bandar Abbas. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Bandar Abbas after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are flat and incautious, renowned for their disreputable constabulary.
We set sail from Bandar Abbas, heading northwest to Muscat.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Muscat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are empathetic and open, widely known for their studious wildlife.
We set sail from Muscat, heading north to Sindh.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Sindh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are courteous and dynamic, famed for their dramatic mummers.
We set sail from Sindh, heading northwest to Ahmadabad.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are painstaking and extraordinary, notable for their polished poetry.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading west to Bharuch.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Bharuch after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stable and efficient, famed for their scrupulous whispering.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading west to Surat.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Surat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are distracted and unresponsive, reputable for their tedious literature.
We set sail from Surat, heading south to Swally.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Swally after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lousy and wearisome, well-known for their dreary turtles.
We set sail from Swally, heading south to Diu.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Diu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sociable and gracious, reputable for their dynamic beggars.
We set sail from Diu, heading northwest to Bombay.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Bombay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are earnest and upright, notable for their hearty sacking.
We set sail from Bombay, heading west to Vengurla.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Vengurla after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are faithful and individualistic, notable for their exciting mushrooms.
We set sail from Vengurla, heading northwest to Goa.
January 11th, 1767
We arrived at Goa after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Goa, heading west to Karwar.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Karwar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nauseating and vile, widely known for their pedestrian mummers.
We set sail from Karwar, heading northwest to Kundapura.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Kundapura after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are untaught and silly, widely known for their crazy music.
We set sail from Kundapura, heading west to Cannanore.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nutty and thickheaded, notable for their soft magistrate.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading northwest to Calicut.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Calicut, heading west to Ponnani.
January 16th, 1767
We arrived at Ponnani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unhurried and dreamy, recognised for their dull literature.
We set sail from Ponnani, heading northwest to Kodungallur.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are clear-headed and secure, recognised for their protean sacking.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading west to Pallippuram.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Pallippuram after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unsavory and discreditable, widely known for their wacky music.
We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin.
January 19th, 1767
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are playful and precise, recognised for their brilliant fountains.
We set sail from Cochin, heading west to Kayamkulam.
January 20th, 1767
We arrived at Kayamkulam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are poking and fatuous, notable for their wretched wenches.
We set sail from Kayamkulam, heading west to Quilon.
January 21st, 1767
We arrived at Quilon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are appreciative and dutiful, renowned for their meticulous constabulary.
We set sail from Quilon, heading northwest to Anjengo.
January 22nd, 1767
We arrived at Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lethargic and dragging, renowned for their boring music.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading northwest to Cape Comorin.
January 23rd, 1767
We arrived at Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are illiterate and rash, recognised for their notorious beeswax.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading northeast to Thoothukudi.
January 24th, 1767
We arrived at Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are focused and self-denying, widely known for their charming coffins.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading northwest to Dutch Ceylon.
January 25th, 1767
We arrived at Dutch Ceylon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are sentimental and compassionate, notorious for their neat architecture.
We set sail from Dutch Ceylon, heading northeast to Trincomalee.
January 26th, 1767
We arrived at Trincomalee after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are captivating and intelligent, famed for their tidy harbourmaster.
We set sail from Trincomalee, heading southeast to Nagapattinam.
January 28th, 1767
We came across a trifling howker with a single cannon, flying a black flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading east to Nagore.
January 28th, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are hardworking and aspiring, notorious for their hearty doctors.
We set sail from Nagore, heading northeast to Pondicherry.
January 30th, 1767
Provisions are running low, and the crew is starting to starve.
We arrived at Pondicherry after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stubborn and insensible, notable for their simple tea.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southeast to Tranquebar.
January 31st, 1767
I’m so hungry even the first mate is starting to look appetising…
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are nonsensical and abstracted, notorious for their obnoxious weather.
We set sail from Tranquebar, heading east to Parangipettai.
February 1st, 1767
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.
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are lyrical and personable, renowned for their daring poetry.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading east to Cuddalore.
February 2nd, 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…
We arrived at Cuddalore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are stable and protean, well-known for their extraordinary mime artists.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading southeast to Thiruppapuliyur.
February 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Thiruppapuliyur after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Thiruppapuliyur, heading northeast to Sadras.
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.
Thus ends the tale of the “La Tourterelle” and her captain, Eduardo Blomar – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jacques de Sores, captain of the bergantina “Speedy”. 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 serious and idealistic, widely known for their sporting fountains.
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 disreputable and absent, notorious for their nonsensical mummers.
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 protean and anticipative, recognised for their neat music.
We set sail from Tamsui, heading north to Keelung.
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 Keelung after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are oblivious and inattentive, well-known for their vile wildlife.
We set sail from Keelung, heading south to Whampoa.
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.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Speedy” and her captain, Jacques de Sores – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Thomas Pound, captain of the xebec “Charles”. We set sail from Mew Bay, heading southwest to Cape of Good Hope. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Cape of Good Hope after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are witty and gentle, widely known for their patriotic constabulary.
We set sail from Cape of Good Hope, heading east to Saldanha Bay.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Saldanha Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unethical and preposterous, reputable for their absurd fortune tellers.
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 half-witted and unethical, recognised for their distasteful lunar festival.
We set sail from Angra Pequeña, heading north to Ingeli.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Ingeli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are absorbed and balmy, notable for their quiet coffee.
We set sail from Ingeli, heading northeast to Delagoa Bay.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Delagoa Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are healthy and self-reliant, renowned for their brilliant libraries.
We set sail from Delagoa Bay, heading northeast to Johanna.
January 7th, 1767
We came across a formidable barquentine with a dozen 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.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an approximate howker with a single cannon, flying a French 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 Johanna after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are abhorrent and harebrained, famed for their scandalous weather.
We set sail from Johanna, heading northeast to Mahé.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Mahé after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are felicific and neat, famed for their debonair timber.
We set sail from Mahé, heading west to Mauritius.
January 9th, 1767
We came across an equivalent gallivat with a single 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.
We arrived at Mauritius after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dull and invidious, reputable for their sappy music.
We set sail from Mauritius, heading northeast to Cape Comorin.
January 10th, 1767
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.
The bosun caught able seaman Jenkins gnawing on part of the running rigging. I had him flogged with it.
Thus ends the tale of the “Charles” and her captain, Thomas Pound – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Alexander White, captain of the fluyt “Draper”. We set sail from Anjere, heading northwest to Sukadana. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Sukadana after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are quiescent and daydreaming, renowned for their wacky barrels.
We set sail from Sukadana, heading southeast to Pariaman.
January 3rd, 1767
We came across an insignificant barquentine with a dozen cannon, flying a French flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Pariaman after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are daring and cultured, well-known for their cultured rum.
We set sail from Pariaman, heading south to Bengkunat.
January 4th, 1767
We came across a trifling Dutch clipper with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Bengkunat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neglectful and wearisome, well-known for their sorry rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Bengkunat, heading southeast to Bengkulu.
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 Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unheeding and silly, well-known for their seamy judiciary.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading southeast to Ipuh.
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.
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dim and unvigilant, widely known for their reprehensible fortune tellers.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northeast to Jambi.
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 Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are odious and heedless, notorious for their vacuous coffee.
We set sail from Jambi, heading south to Padang.
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 Padang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are inert and inert, widely known for their nauseating ghosts.
We set sail from Padang, heading southeast to Tapian Nauli.
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
Thus ends the tale of the “Draper” and her captain, Alexander White – 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 schooner “Charming Kitty”. We set sail from Pallippuram, heading northwest to Cochin. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Cochin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are earnest and balanced, well-known for their modest turtles.
We set sail from Cochin, heading east to Kodungallur.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Kodungallur after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Kodungallur, heading southeast to Ponnani.
January 4th, 1767
We came across an imposing cog with a dozen cannon, flying a Dutch 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 Ponnani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are youthful and meticulous, famed for their creative mime artists.
We set sail from Ponnani, heading east to Calicut.
January 5th, 1767
We came across a small xebec with a single cannon, flying a black flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Calicut after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are allocentric and sensitive, recognised for their protean tombstones.
We set sail from Calicut, heading southeast to Cannanore.
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 arrived at Cannanore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are idle and discreditable, famed for their senseless fish.
We set sail from Cannanore, heading east to Kundapura.
January 7th, 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 “Charming Kitty” 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 Samuel Axe, captain of the bilander “Oxford”. We set sail from Condore, heading south to Pattani. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are ignominious and thoughtless, well-known for their nasty monkeys.
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 dull and inconsiderate, reputable for their seamy rumourmongering.
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 anticipative and deep, famed for their creative librarians.
We set sail from Penang, heading east to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
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 “Oxford” and her captain, Samuel Axe – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Jacques de Sores, captain of the brigantine “Achilles”. 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 open and personable, renowned for their genuine fountains.
We set sail from Pariaman, heading northwest to Anjere.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Anjere after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are leaderly and capable, widely known for their creative beeswax.
We set sail from Anjere, heading northwest to Sukadana.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Sukadana after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are closed and unattractive, recognised for their pitiful timber.
We set sail from Sukadana, heading southeast to Bengkulu.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are suave and meticulous, well-known for their humble fountains.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading southeast to Ipuh.
January 5th, 1767
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are genuine and earnest, recognised for their elegant mayoress.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northeast to Jambi.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Jambi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are senseless and half-baked, recognised for their zany alchemists.
We set sail from Jambi, heading south to Padang.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Padang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are active and profound, well-known for their sporting whispering.
We set sail from Padang, heading southeast to Tapian Nauli.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Tapian Nauli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are principled and admirable, reputable for their solid sacking.
We set sail from Tapian Nauli, heading north to Malacca.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Malacca after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are mature and spontaneous, widely known for their precise rumourmongering.
We set sail from Malacca, heading northwest to Pisang.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Pisang after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Pisang, heading southeast to Penang.
January 12th, 1767
We came across a small gallivat with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Penang after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are fun-loving and sane, widely known for their agreeable whispering.
We set sail from Penang, heading northeast to Kedah.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Kedah after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are athletic and captivating, reputable for their sporting doctors.
We set sail from Kedah, heading northeast to Pattani.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Pattani after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-bred and tolerant, well-known for their scholarly pickles.
We set sail from Pattani, heading southeast to Nakhon Si Thammarat.
January 14th, 1767
We arrived at Nakhon Si Thammarat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are drowsy and hideous, reputable for their unethical lunar festival.
We set sail from Nakhon Si Thammarat, heading east to Ayutthaya.
January 15th, 1767
We arrived at Ayutthaya after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are forceful and conciliatory, widely known for their articulate fireworks.
We set sail from Ayutthaya, heading southeast to Thanlyin.
January 16th, 1767
We arrived at Thanlyin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and high-minded, notable for their precise jewellery.
We set sail from Thanlyin, heading south to Rangoon.
January 17th, 1767
We arrived at Rangoon after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are harebrained and inadvertent, recognised for their detestable libraries.
We set sail from Rangoon, heading southeast to Mrauk U.
January 18th, 1767
We arrived at Mrauk U after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are simple and awful, renowned for their preposterous sacking.
We set sail from Mrauk U, heading southeast to Dhaka.
January 19th, 1767
We arrived at Dhaka after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are venturesome and nonintellectual, notable for their tiresome mayor.
We set sail from Dhaka, heading south to Rajshahi.
January 20th, 1767
We arrived at Rajshahi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are loyal and daring, notable for their elegant barrels.
We set sail from Rajshahi, heading west to Hugli.
January 21st, 1767
We arrived at Hugli after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and gentle, reputable for their sporting bar snacks.
We set sail from Hugli, heading northwest to Calcutta.
January 22nd, 1767
We arrived at Calcutta after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are practical and gallant, recognised for their suave coffins.
We set sail from Calcutta, heading east to Bankshall.
January 23rd, 1767
We arrived at Bankshall after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are constant and well-read, notorious for their curious ale.
We set sail from Bankshall, heading southwest to Kidderpore.
January 24th, 1767
We arrived at Kidderpore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are kind and modest, notorious for their dramatic ghosts.
We set sail from Kidderpore, heading west to Diamond Harbour.
January 25th, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Harbour after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are seraphic and meticulous, reputable for their intelligent rumourmongering.
We set sail from Diamond Harbour, heading southwest to Balasore.
January 27th, 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 Balasore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are neat and patient, reputable for their curious fireworks.
We set sail from Balasore, heading southwest to Ganjam.
January 28th, 1767
We arrived at Ganjam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are pinheaded and dazed, notorious for their sappy music.
We set sail from Ganjam, heading southwest to Visakhapatnam.
January 29th, 1767
Provisions are running low, and the crew is starting to starve.
We arrived at Visakhapatnam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are impetuous and crawling, widely known for their appalling rum.
We set sail from Visakhapatnam, heading southwest to Kakinada.
I’m so hungry even the first mate is starting to look appetising…
Thus ends the tale of the “Achilles” and her captain, Jacques de Sores – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Pieter Adriaanszoon Ita, captain of the pinnace “Carolina”. We set sail from Tristan de Cunha, heading east to St Helena. This is my log.
January 2nd, 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 “Carolina” and her captain, Pieter Adriaanszoon Ita – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Guillaume Le Testu, captain of the man o’ war “Margaret”. We set sail from Moco Moco, heading west to Billiton. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across an insignificant corvette with a single cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, making fast for open water.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a trifling xebec with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Billiton after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are profound and organized, well-known for their imaginative judiciary.
We set sail from Billiton, heading west to Santiago.
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.
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.
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. We came across a trifling cog with a dozen cannon, flying a Portuguese flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
Thus ends the tale of the “Margaret” and her captain, Guillaume Le Testu – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Charlotte de Berry, captain of the barque “Tigre”. We set sail from Kinsale, heading northeast to Chusan. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767
We came across a homuncular xebec with a single cannon, flying a Spanish flag, fleeing as fast as their sails could carry them.
We arrived at Chusan after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are secure and dynamic, recognised for their innovative ghosts.
We set sail from Chusan, heading northwest 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 unheeding and inert, recognised for their obnoxious jewellery.
We set sail from St Augustine’s Bay, heading north to Sangora.
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 arrived at Sangora after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are esthetic and observant, notorious for their skillful fortune tellers.
We set sail from Sangora, heading east to Kedgeree.
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 Kedgeree after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are foolish and remiss, renowned for their abhorrent doctors.
We set sail from Kedgeree, heading north to Deshima.
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 Deshima after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are appalling and deplorable, famed for their censurable judiciary.
We set sail from Deshima, heading northeast to Lombok.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Tigre” and her captain, Charlotte de Berry – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Lawrence Keymis, captain of the howker “Royal James”. We set sail from Jambi, heading southwest to Ipuh. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Ipuh after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dramatic and understanding, notable for their clever fountains.
We set sail from Ipuh, heading northwest to Bengkulu.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Bengkulu after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are fair and forthright, notorious for their dynamic constabulary.
We set sail from Bengkulu, heading northwest to Bengkunat.
January 4th, 1767
The meagre rum rations are no longer sufficient to take the edge off this biting cold.
We arrived at Bengkunat after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are wearisome and absorbed, reputable for their awful magistrate.
We set sail from Bengkunat, heading north to Pariaman.
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 “Royal James” and her captain, Lawrence Keymis – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Lawrence Keymis, captain of the schooner “St. Teràza”. We set sail from Hirado, heading southwest to Keelung. This is my log.
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 a forbidding barque with dozens of cannon, flying a Spanish flag, seeming to fly towards us.
Thus ends the tale of the “St. Teràza” and her captain, Lawrence Keymis – both lost fighting a barque. All we recovered was this weather-beaten log book…
January 1st, 1767
My name is James Kelly, captain of the Dutch clipper “Calypso”. We set sail from Cox’s Island, heading south to Mana. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Mana after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are well-bred and dramatic, widely known for their tasteful whispering.
We set sail from Mana, heading southwest to Rendezvous Island.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Rendezvous Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are articulate and dignified, famed for their relaxed harbourmistress.
We set sail from Rendezvous Island, heading south to Bantam.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Bantam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tedious and nutty, widely known for their abhorrent turtles.
We set sail from Bantam, heading southwest to New Anchorage.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at New Anchorage after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are ponderous and unwise, widely known for their abstracted jewellery.
We set sail from New Anchorage, heading southwest to Cape Colony.
January 6th, 1767
We came across a yapping corvette with a single cannon, flying a Dutch flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Cape Colony after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are cultured and generous, well-known for their sporting coffins.
We set sail from Cape Colony, heading southeast to Fort St. David.
January 7th, 1767
We came across an insignificant lorcha with a single cannon, flying an English flag, running for their very lives.
We arrived at Fort St. David after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are negligent and rash, reputable for their simple tombstones.
We set sail from Fort St. David, heading south to Amoy.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Amoy after less than a day’s sailing.
We set sail from Amoy, heading northeast to Rat Island.
January 8th, 1767
We arrived at Rat Island after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are vacuous and absentminded, recognised for their imbecilic monkeys.
We set sail from Rat Island, heading southeast to Simon’s Bay.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Simon’s Bay after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are abominable and uninformed, well-known for their infamous harbourmaster.
We set sail from Simon’s Bay, heading southwest to Ava.
January 11th, 1767
We came across a trifling xebec with a single cannon, flying a French flag, making fast for open water.
We arrived at Ava after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are softheaded and horrid, recognised for their sickening sacking.
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 extraordinary and solid, well-known for their modest ghosts.
We set sail from Bushire, heading west to San Salvadore.
January 13th, 1767
We came across an awesome,daunting ship of the line 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 San Salvadore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are faithful and generous, notable for their impressive literature.
We set sail from San Salvadore, heading southeast to Diamond Point.
January 13th, 1767
We arrived at Diamond Point after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-sufficient and dedicated, reputable for their brilliant alchemists.
We set sail from Diamond Point, heading south to Santa Cruz.
January 15th, 1767
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.
We arrived at Santa Cruz after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dreaming and sickening, widely known for their reprehensible inns.
We set sail from Santa Cruz, heading northwest to Amboina.
January 16th, 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…
January 16th, 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.
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 “Calypso” and her captain, James Kelly – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Simon Danziker, captain of the frigate “Betsey and Mary”. 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 unwitting and repugnant, renowned for their revolting barbers.
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 firm and challenging, recognised for their cheerful ale.
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 distracted and invidious, notable for their silly rum.
We set sail from Bharuch, heading east to Ahmadabad.
January 4th, 1767
We arrived at Ahmadabad after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are admirable and charismatic, notable for their scrupulous whispering.
We set sail from Ahmadabad, heading northwest to Burhanpur.
January 6th, 1767
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 Burhanpur after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are tractable and dedicated, famed for their skillful sacking.
We set sail from Burhanpur, heading northeast to Mokha.
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 Mokha after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are self-critical and principled, renowned for their disciplined rumourmongering.
We set sail from Mokha, heading west to Golkonda.
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 “Betsey and Mary” and her captain, Simon Danziker – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Alexander White, captain of the gallivat “Iphigénie”. We set sail from Pulicat, heading west to Fort St. George. This is my log.
January 1st, 1767
We arrived at Fort St. George after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are suave and original, notable for their sentimental mime artists.
We set sail from Fort St. George, heading south to Madras.
January 2nd, 1767
We arrived at Madras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are original and purposeful, renowned for their adventurous tea.
We set sail from Madras, heading west to Sadras.
January 3rd, 1767
We arrived at Sadras after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are multi-leveled and alert, notable for their sentimental literature.
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 idle and boneheaded, widely known for their worthless gemstones.
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 charming and steady, widely known for their accessible jewellery.
We set sail from Cuddalore, heading west to Parangipettai.
January 6th, 1767
We arrived at Parangipettai after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are obnoxious and horrible, notable for their discreditable annual circus.
We set sail from Parangipettai, heading west to Tranquebar.
January 7th, 1767
We arrived at Tranquebar after less than a day’s sailing.
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 courteous and decent, notorious for their accessible gemstones.
We set sail from Pondicherry, heading southwest to Nagore.
January 9th, 1767
We arrived at Nagore after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unready and unresponsive, reputable for their mad fish.
We set sail from Nagore, heading west to Nagapattinam.
January 10th, 1767
We arrived at Nagapattinam after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are incautious and doltish, recognised for their obnoxious rum-drinking competition.
We set sail from Nagapattinam, heading southwest to Thoothukudi.
January 12th, 1767
We came across a forbidding fly-boat with dozens of cannon, flying an English 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 Thoothukudi after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are faithful and reflective, well-known for their strong coffee.
We set sail from Thoothukudi, heading southwest to Cape Comorin.
January 12th, 1767
We arrived at Cape Comorin after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are dunderheaded and remiss, famed for their hideous ale.
We set sail from Cape Comorin, heading southeast to Anjengo.
January 14th, 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 comparable xebec with a single cannon, flying a Dutch 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 Anjengo after less than a day’s sailing. The people here are unheeding and wearisome, well-known for their sluggish mayoress.
We set sail from Anjengo, heading southeast to Quilon.
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…
Thus ends the tale of the “Iphigénie” and her captain, Alexander White – lost to either cannibalism or sobriety, pray we never discover which…
January 1st, 1767
My name is Christopher Moody, captain of the gallivat “Bachelor’s Delight”. We set sail from Simon’s Bay, heading northwest to Rat Island. This is my log.
January 2nd, 1767