Fired the gun – 3 shots – the bluejacket seemed to be a good shot and actually hit the target (a small cask) at 1000 yards. The other bluejacket is down with the fashionable illness for this ship – appendicitis. He is a decent chap and we hope he won’t follow the Maori officer. The shock of the gun was not so severe on the ears as our own field gun, though much heavier. We got limejuice and cold meat for dinner today and found it a vast improvement. At night all is in darkness and it is curious to pick one’s way about the decks strewn with men avoiding collisions by help of glowing cigarettes.