Dear Diary,
    I am probably going to need to get my boots cleaned. I had just polished my boots, unknown to me I hadn't let them dry fully off. So it became sticky and when I walked out of the tent, sand stuck to my boots.
   Just as I suspected, Mr.X wanted to try and kill the cat on board and got injured while trying to do it. So he is in a very bad mood. He is accusing Poena of running around in a craze and claimed that she knocked his porcelain chamber pot to the ground. He then claimed that it broke to pieces and she was so startled by it that she ran around, fell down and got her blister that way.
   I said that I am always with her and I checked on the list of supplies and concluded that if this imaginary chamber pot was ever brought onto the ship that it would be listed. I also concluded that if the chamber pot was to have shattered into pieces like he said that it would have to be high up and Poena would have to shake the whole cabinet to have it fall down. I also said that this couldn't have happened here and that it would of been obvious that he would had told us it broke—and so, with my information, it is now said that he lied.
   Oh no. Someone left the fire alight and probably fell asleep while keeping watch. He is going to get a sharp blast of water. I am reaching for my chamber pot.
   Too tired to write any more.