Friday 17th October 1808

Dear Diary,
This evening we dined with the Captain at his table. I have had better meals but I suppose under the circumstances one cannot be too particular.
"Is this pheasant?" Asked Miss Dixon, as she poked at the overcooked meat on her plate.
"Yes, isn't it," smiled the Captain, " I do like get to know my passengers more intimately during the voyage. I trust you are comfortable in your quarters."
We nodded and tried to keep the conversation to a minimum.
After the meal, the Captain asked if we would like to take a turn upon the deck with him. We assented and stepped out beneath a waning moon.
We had barely begun the circuit of the ship when Miss Dixon suddenly asked to be excused.
"I'm sorry Captain. I am in need of rest."
"Of course, my dear lady," He smiled, " Are you ailing?"
"No, I am fine," she replied, " I must be cautious. My doctor says I have acute angina."
She returned to her cabin and the Captain followed her departure with wide eyes.
"I bet she has," he sighed.