Chapter 12: (Extract from the diary of Sir Eustace Pedler)

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​⁠There is something to be said for life on board ship. It is peaceful. My grey hairs fortunately exempt me from the indignities of bobbing for apples, running up and down the deck with potatoes and eggs, and the more painful sports of “Brother Bill” and Bolster Bar. What amusement people can find in these painful proceedings has always been a mystery to me. But there are many fools in the world. On