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broade darkness keeped it from our sights greatly

5th we are still sailing at our usual speed. Sea very Calm
plenty of Sails up + full of wind, every man singing blow
ye winds, your pleasant Tails, + fill our white + bonny Sails. we went
over the distance of 250 Miles this 24 hours.

6th bad luck to the Man on the [Ballace?] today for the wind has almost
died away + we are rolling about upon a calm Sea. but there is a black
Cloud on our Larbord side + we aspect a breze from it we are now
sailing s.w. by w + 1/2 that is our proper direction until we round the Cape-
every ones countenance is very distraced like to day in consequence of the wind
leaving us, their anxious gaze over the bulwarks, would make the stoper of the
winds have compation on them, + again feed their wishes with full sails.

While gazing over the Bulwarks, there appered a shole of small black fish
leping our from amongst the waters, shortly after a very large Whale appered
coming after them + every few seconds appering half above the water, she
must have been about half as large as the ship a very large shark was
also seen sailing beside our ship, + showing at times her bally.-

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