Dear Diary,
    Okay, life on the ship is supposed to be tough, but for the captain's niece? I don't think so.
    Toucy-Toucy, Flower, the seven rats, and Poena all made a racket, when they saw that Fuegia and I were awake. We knew what that meant: feeding time. I had a bottle of necter that somehow appered on my dresser, but I fed that to Flower. I had a nectarine that I fed to Toucy-Toucy, a bowl of milk for Poena and seven bowls, with the seven rat's names on them, full of lentil soup.
    As they ate, I brushed Fuegia's hair, and as I did this, I noticed that she was looking a bit green. I put down the brush and looked at her face. "Fuegia, are you all right?" I asked her. She seemed realuctant to open her mouth, so I moved the chamber pot next to her and told her to open her mouth and aim for the pot. The reaction was just what I expected. I poured her a glass of water from the pitcher that now everyone is required to have in their rooms. She took it from me and thanked me.
    I can say no more though. I have to get back to my breakfast.

       Mary