Chapter 1- Leaves from the Log -
From There Go the Ships by George Shirley

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the Dutch prizes. The news spread like wildfire, and for several days the harbour was covered with boats crowded with people to see them. After this we proceeded to Chatham, dismantled the ships, and returned everything to the dockyard. There we lay, having a rest after our toils and hardships; not only rough weather, but, sometimes only half fed, and that of a very inferior kind-biscuits so eaten by weevils that we could hold them up and nearly blow them away with our breath, the salt beef and pork so hard that we called it junk, a name given by sailors to