Our journey is going well. We are staying on the same route with no problems, but in the back of my head, I have an itching desire to take the ship north-west. I don't know why, though.
Mr. Green is very pleased with the ship's progress and I don't want to drift out of course, but at the same time, I do.
Harry looked bored. Seems that his sense of adventure is fading away after being on this sea without any problems. Just smooth sailings.