January 16th, 1832 9:00 AM

    We have put in at the port in St. Jago. The weather is relatively calm, with slight gusts and the sky is blue. However, Augustus Earle still lost his seventh paintbrush to these mediocre winds. I bumped into Valicia on my way to the kitchen. She growled, "Stay out of my way! I'm in a bad mood!" Actually, she was in the best mood she had been in a long time. After thinking how to improve her mood, I decided that the best thing for her personality were therapy and parental comfort, neither of which I could find aboard this ship. Maybe I'll let my diplomatic side take a rest.
    However, when I reached the kitchen, I found Bart waiting for me. "What was with the anchovy pizza thing!?!" he gaped.
    "Sorry. I thought about it, but FitzRoy and the cook would have me whipped, if I didn't. Popular vote, you see," I tried to pacify him.
    He left, saying, "Good job you made it! By the way, watch out. The X twins are on the prowl. Though I heard the missionary talking about Mr. X converting and something about a mission from the pope." I paused to ponder this, but before I could, this pen ran out of ink.