I turned out more weary and hot than I had turned in. The air was still bad - and the storm was still raging. Our speed had been cut down to 50 turns. The quarter deck was still awash and so, of course, was the forecastle. I was feeling fair during the day. In the late afternoon the rain stopped and the sea began to quiet down. The gun shutters were removed and the gun deck became habitable once more. It was still hot - stifling and disagreeable - in the early evening. We passed close to a point of Mexico north of Tehuantepec at 6. We increased our speed to 70 turns again. The "gang" went to the doghouse again after hammocks. I made up yesterday's 'juice' today. Tomorrow is our last day.
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