I Believe My Arrival Was

Desperate Affairs Require Desperate Measures.

I Believe My Arrival Was Most Welcome, Not Only To The Commander Of The Fleet But Almost To Every Individual In It.

I Am Ill Every Time It Blows Hard, And Nothing But My Enthusiastic Love For The Profession Keeps Me One Hour At Sea.

The Bravest Man Feels An Anxiety 'circa Praecordia' As He Enters The Battle; But He Dreads Disgrace Yet More.

Now I Can Do No More. We Must Trust To The Great Disposer Of All Events And The Justice Of Our Cause. I Thank God For This Opportunity Of Doing My Duty.