The 5th of April.
Today we will sail out again after some for me terrible days ashore, with some hard work I’ve managed to collect some money so could get to Tripoli and sell the harvest. Carl is still ashore and our fleet misses its leader. I miss him too, probably more than anyone else. In my lonelyness i have almost stopped eating, maybe because i miss Carl and maybe because The first thing my mother told me after months at sea was "you are getting to fat to wear dresses like other girls your age". I don’t know to be sad or angry. I dont look fat, you can see my ribs but maybe I am anyway, I dont feel like eating for a vile. Maybe when i meet Carl again he can convince me that i look okej.
