Oakes got a schedule with the Arcadia – Hitchey’s boat – last night for nine PM, but it wasn’t on. He contacted the ship at five this morning and Gil got a message from her. No work today – holiday. On watch this afternoon Gil put a lighted cigarette down Kirb’s long undies and then Gil and I ripped Jop’s old shorts off – or half off. Still lousy winds and 165 miles to go with us sliding parallel to eastward and half knot ahead every hour. Damnit.
Arthur, Leary, and Clint were sick today but not for long. Only two weeks more.