*Anne*
He is ignoring me. A new strategy, I'm fairly certain, that he has adopted, designed to torment and lure me at the same time.
I will show him I'm made of sterner stuff. He has, however, gone to the trouble of having some sort of sheeting suspended so a portion of the quarterdeck is in shade. Martha and I can sit there without having to worry about winds whipping away my parasol. In addition, Martha discovered two wide-brimmed gentlemen's hats tied to the outside knob on our door this morning.
Squinting against the sunlight reflecting off the water, we wear them now as additional protection against the harsher elements. In the distance, I can see dolphins frolicking. I find myself wishing I could be so carefree.
I also feel a tad guilty that I'm doing little more than enjoying t
