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men clamorous to pilot us through the straits. “Captins
Captin's Pilot.” Captain Blanchard told them he did not
need their services as the wind was fair, and he was not going
to anchor. They said “No wind, no pilot no go, littlee money
me pilot” and moved away muttering and scolding.

Nov 20. Another day of rest. A fine warm day. Not much
of interest since passing the Straits yesterday a heavy thunder
shower, Spoke a vessel, today are looking for land at the
Straits of Cerigo.

November 21 Monday. Last night had a fearful thunder
storm the lightening was like balls of fire which seemed
to explode and light up the whole horizon, the peals
of thunder echoed long, and far away Captain called us
to see the phosphoric lights on the main mast. They were
very large. The sea was filled with great rolls, and stripes
like fire forming various shapes leaving a clear bright
light far behind in the wake of the ship. I would have
liked to have put on an oil jacket with a “Sou Wester”
and remained on deck, but Captain said “No take a