Whenever I want something to gripe about all I have to do is think of Exy. She wants a clean glass at watch chow and I won’t give it to her. She thinks nothing of drinking out of the community glass between meals, so why should she be so damned picky otherwise? At night she will bring in the castor oil spoon to the galley but won’t drop it in the dishwater because it is dirty, yet this morning she put her dirty spoon in my cereal bowl and didn’t say a word. Yesterday she wanted a strap for her watch and Warren gave her one, but did she say anything about paying for it? No, she wouldn’t. Knowing Mr Search I can’t quite figure her out unless it is that she just has a terrifically big head.

Baby Robert is now having one of his squawking spells while being given his bath. I guess that most any kid will squeal sometimes like that, but living in such a confined space his howlings are magnified and seem multiplied. Before the cruise started, Exy said, “The children add so much to the cruise and make it more like a real family.” I have yet to see where they add, except to give us just one more thing to gripe about. I am getting so goddamned sick and tired of listening to Baby Robert squawk and Arthur squeal that I almost go nuts. I am just wondering whether it will turn me from other children or make me like them better as I compare them to the brats on board. I hope the second conclusion will turn out to be the correct one.

This afternoon Skipper had us all on deck and gave us an outline of a proposed plan for a cruise in case the Yankee can’t get beyond the Dutch East Indies. This plan includes going along the Great Barrier Reef to Auckland, up to Norfolk Island where some Pitcairn Islanders are now living, then to Juan Fernandez where giant lobsters are shipped by planes every week. Valparaiso next, a couple of South American ports to the Galapagos, Panama Canal, Cuba, and home to Gloucester. So far, only Bunny likes the plan. A 5,000 mile sea passage from Norfolk doesn’t sound so good to me even if the winds are fair.The plan would also call for the Singapore supplies re-shipped to say, Townsville, Australia.

It sounds adventuresome and all that, but I am quite sure that it isn’t at all worth the trouble. I just can’t see spending six or seven continuous weeks on the water after all the sailing we’ve done so far. My sea romance ideas are gone and I like to get to land as often as reasonably possible.

In the event of the US entering the war, Skipper does not expect the Yankee to be recalled immediately and if he is he is going to take his time returning. He doesn’t think that the US will enter the conflict before next Spring at the earliest and therefore considers the cruise’s time element safe. He is determined that the Yankee will not get back to Gloucester before April 27, 1941. I think this rather absurd for with the ever-changing conditions the parents of the fellows would not be against a change in the time of arrival.

Skipper wasn’t, I don’t think ,in the least successful in stirring up any enthusiasm about the proposed route except in the cases of the three standbys – Leary, Low and Bunny. None of the other fellows are at all.