Sigrids voyage

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.

My dear Carl has gone ashore in spain on a visit of old friends. I will do the same. I have run out of money and have gone ashore to give my men some days off and try to earn some quick money. I’m almost bored to death sharing a ride with some men i think is either philosopes or scientists, talking about energys and chinese alcemy. I do not belive in what I cannot see and I don’t need to know about dimensions of the world i cannot see, touch or hear. I hope I will be able to sail the seas soon again. The farming is done and waits for delivery in my warehouse in Tripoli. I need to get in touch with the man who was going to buy it, maybe that can fill some of my treasure chests.

The dog is in rather good condition. I have named him Dimma, That means Fogg in Swedish, because his fur is the same color as fogg, a greyish white. to keep him fed will not just be expesive, it will be heavy cause they don’t sell that special meat in every town.

To begin a Log. Well I will start to tell a bit about myself. My name is Sigrid, often called "The Haugthy" or as they would say in my mother-tounge "den Högmodiga". I’m from the kingdom of Sweden an sailing under Swedish colors. I’m the commander Of three ships, The HMS_Wasa, Vindklyve and a little merchantship called Moonshield.

I will begin my log at Madeira were I am to collect some ingredients for medecines that I hopefully can sell with an honest profit in Seville, or maybe Athens. I acctually was in Seville yesterday, buying a halfgrown puppy from an old friend. It’s a cute little thing, sadly rather fastidious. He dosen’t want to eat anything else than a certain, quite expesive type of meat. With hope i will be able to find something else that he will eat and turn him over to that.
Got to pick up ingredients for Medecines in Tripoli to but that is a much harder work with farming, but it will pay well. I guess I will get that done tomorrow or maybe later this week.