Harry and Mr. Green both questioned me why we are still heading north-west. The storm behind us has already passed and Mr. Green can't continue with the expedition, but I'm sure that once we go off course, then the storm would be right back on us. I couldn't tell them that. I told Harry that it would be an adventure and I told Mr. Green that we have our own cartographer on-board that is filling up the blank spaces of the map. Luckily they weren't in the same room. We don't have our own map maker.
A small sidenote. I elected myself to be the chef. Everybody else already has already too much stress. As captain, I need to relieve some of it.