Today we had some "King Neptune equatorial crossing ceremony". I found it irrelevant to our journey, but Uncle insisted. The day was quite boring, and I was simply following three of those [mystery] crewmembers for six hours!
   The point is that something miraculous happened. During preparation, I encountered a pair of huge black caterpillars. They told me that they lived in brazil once, and they were trying to get back.

Back in the present tense...

    So now, I have two caterpillars to take care of. I hid them with my rum bottle, I just hope that they don't down it all.

Next morning...

    I'm eating breakfast. It's not much—just a rattail platter—the chef's specialty. I'm talking with Mr. Darwin. We were eating together, and I decide to bring something up...
    "What do you think of Dr. MacCormick wanting your position as Naturalist?"
    "I think it's absurd. I'm the more experienced one and he knows it!" Darwin answers. He lurches forward as he finishes speaking. "Ethcuzeme... thdumig...Sheeshik...*"
    Darwin stumbles out.
    After an hour or so of sliding half-eaten rattails around (to make it look like I ate more), I take leave as well to check on the caterpillars and to attend to my dungy duties.

That night, 1:42:38 PM...

    "Snurt! Shnarrrr..."
    Then there was silence.
    "SNOIIIIIII!!!!"
    That baby pig, with whom everyone was obsessed, had been snuffling about under my hammock! If, by chance, she is as intelligent as made out to be, perhaps my secret storage room has been discovered. And why did she squeal so? My assumption: The caterpillars.

Next day...

    The crew are whispering to each other constantly today. My hope is that the piglet didn't "report" my secret room. What of the caterpillars? What of the rum? What of my share of the car-coins?