We are getting nearer to the island, I can almost see it now, but there is a very thick fog surrounding the island. For the first time during this trip I have gotten sea-sick, it’s quite unpleasant really. Maya is feeling it too, though she doesn’t have it as bad. Monsieur Chatte` is staying in his rooms so we have a lot more spare time, but I have still been very busy learning about sailing and have almost forgotten to write. I think my journal is the only thing that has kept me from going mad with boredom. Although I still am a little, Maya is starting to complain, But she has been complaining about everything lately. I wonder if she is keeping a journal, I doubt it since she seems to despise writing so much but there is still a chance. it’s time for tea.
