Nineteen and One Pirate Nights

Diary Entry for May 2nd, 1888 About three weeks have passed by since my last diary entry. Largely, this is because there has been precious little to write about, and I could not see a point to filling this text with irritated rantings about the boredom I am enduring. Finally at this time, the crew are almost fully recovered from our encounter with the French frigate Triomphe. Everyone is finally out of their hammocks and on their feet. The hammocks that were left empty by the cost of battle have been refilled by recruiting from the pirates who are between ships at the port. The good Dktor Koblinski has a much needed assistant who has proved invaluable in the recovery of the crew. One of the French crew who opted to join us was a Gwendoline Coline, a professional nurse. As Fate would have it, she is a spirited woman of approximately the good Doctor's age. I have also found that ports of call make for strange bedfellows, both literally and figuratively. It has been amusing observing how the various members of the crew conduct themselves in their idle time. My last comment in this entry is that for the first time since I was sixteen, I was accosted by a bout of homesickness. I still miss my parents, brothers and sister terribly. However, we sail again tomorrow and I expect the routine activities of being a working engineer will occupy me sufficiently to remove this pain.