January 3rd 1831 10:21 pm

    Even less is happening, though I have piled the cases of beer around the trap door, and sealed it with some of the melted wax. This allows it so that whenever the sailors come down for more, they need not notice the man liveing in their storeroom. We are now in open sea, and the weather has been kind so far, though Fred has been rather seasick (donšt ask) And so I asked Fred whether this whole Travel-through-time thing was all that bad and all he did was look at me, remaining silent, as if something bad was about to happen.