Friday, 2nd May (1919)

Yesterday’s and today’s runs have taken us well down into tropical waters.  Flying fish abound, whales and porpoises have been sighted, and today I saw the famed nautilus float by – that fairy fish-boat which sails away, diaphanous and undismayed, on the ocean waters.  A ship in full sail swept past in the morning sun.  All is Digger.