“...I turned around and went down back to the cabin. I didn’t see any particular threat in the appearance of privateers, but caution was still necessary. The Octavius left the pier, and within a few minutes, when the ship entered the roadstead, I regretted my decision: the ship began to roll heavily, and I realized that seasickness is a very contagious thing, but there was nowhere to go, and I accepted this difficult lot. After half an hour it became completely unbearable, and I climbed into a hammock to somehow calm this trouble. The ship dropped anchor and Sitton ordered the parking lights to be turned on. I, having entrusted all matters to him, completely renounced everything in the world. My head was spinning, nausea was rising in my throat - I felt like I was in hell or had some kind of terrible fever. I began to hate the sea and everything connected with it, even water. Having realized my situation, the ship's doctor, Stephen Inger, brought me some kind of medicine, and I soon passed out in a dead sleep. However, all night I was haunted by the worst of devils and one dream was worse than the other...”