December 28th 1831 1:42 am

    The noise of the men drinking has recently died down, leaving time for me to move. The good news is that the crews area is on the other side of the ship, and we made our way though the ceiling and landed on the table below. The room was an interesting sight, the room had been made into a corridor, with barrels of god-knows-what on the walls next to the door. The table was against the wall with the hole, and had some musty mugs on it.    
I crawled under the table in the spirit room and made an interesting discovery: the hole was covered with some cloth in a way that would make it hard to conceal my entrance. This was a challenge, but I hadnąt slept well, and it was hard to see well in the dark. Upon feeling around some more in the dark, I realized that it wasnąt cloth, it was packed dirt! I took one of the cups out of my pocket, and filled it in the liquid from the wall, then I poured it on the dirt. Slowly I repeated this about seven times, before the patch was completely muddy. Then using the end of the shotgun, I poked a hole through the aged wood over it, then made my way through the muddy hole. I took my sail patch, then put it through the top hole over the muddy one, then using my change from my pocket, pressed pennies through the cloth and into the wood to hold the cloth closed. permanently. To an onlooker, it would look the same as before, only instead of packed dirt, there would be a sailcloth in its place and I would behind it.
    I repacked the mud against the cloth, in order to give it the smooth look it had from the other side. For the final part of my plan, I pulled the cloth through the top hole. I heard a light ping-ping as the pennies popped out and landed against the wooden floor, so I took some of the mud from this end and filled the top hole.