Saturday 22nd November
Cloudy
With all the excitement, I forgot to mention that we reached the Americas a couple of days ago. We're now sailing down past Central America. Williams has been begging all morning to be allowed to stop off at a Caribbean island paradise for some "sun, sea, sand, surf and sangria". I told him we have a schedule to keep to, that we're here on our way to do some serious exploring, not on a pleasure jaunt. Besides, I don't think they serve sangria in the Caribbean. He went away muttering darkly about "exigences de male" or something but he hasn't accepted yet that we're definitely not stopping, but keeps asking every five minutes. Why won't he learn that no means no?
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