Wow. Ten hours sleep last night has made me exceptionally drowsy. I’m not used to so much at one time. Everyone was tired and hit the hay early and the boat was sound asleep before nine.

Let’s see now – Oakes and I are trying to figure the approximate cost of the trip home. I still don’t think he’ll leave, but we are going ahead with the plans just in case. We figure on trying to get a job on a boat for the States out of Sydney, taking a freighter or going Tourist on a Matson boat. The Matson would cost us about $300. A rail trip across the States about $100. Expenses en route, including trip from PM to Sydney, about $200. This makes $600 all told. A very rough estimate; but at least it is something to work on. We may buy a second-hand car in ’Frisco and that would run things up a lot more. The trip will give me what will most likely be my only opportunity to see Australia and New Zealand and I might like to see something of those places. Evidently from Mother’s last message it isn’t quite as necessary to hurry home as I had first thought.

Expenses in the States will probably be higher than I figure and unless I get a good break in my travel expenses I will probably have to wire for more money from ’Frisco. Mother has $400 of my money for such cases and I might use it, though I hate like hell having to ask for more dough. I haven’t had to do it so far during any time away from home and don’t relish the idea of doing in on this trip which already so expensive, but the circumstances are unusual and Dad would probably forgive me.

Helped Skipper, Warren, and Clint in caulking a few seams on the port side. The would-be pig-hunters got nothing and we set sail to a strong head wind around five-thirty. At eight we weren’t far from Utupua. and at twelve, when I went off duty after a short, pleasant moonlit watch, we had made little progress. Occasional squalls brought us near Vanikoro by daylight the next morning.

Paris has fallen.