June 22, 1942. Monday. 
Malpelo photo'd at 8.00 a.m. Saw it much earler. 
Fried eggs, breakfast food, toast, orange juice. 
This a.m. passed Malpelo. Coolish, overcast day. Pictures of Malpelo 
taken in "dark" blue grey sky and background. About 11.00 the sky cleared 
overhead and sun came out and I acquired a first bit of sunburn, more on one 
(right) side than on left. Ocean much quieter today. Saturday night, Sunday, 
and Sunday night rough and unpleasant. Today, Monday, nice and quiet, but 
decidedly cool. Fellows in part broke out sweaters today. The Humboldt 
current is making its presence felt ’way up here. 
Have been taking cold shower each a.m. at 5*30 - 5:45, to bed at 8.00 p.m. 
(8.15 or 8.30). Lights completely out at that time and everything thereafter 
is done in the dark—and dark without alleviation. 
June 23, 1942. Tuesday. 
Leaden day, overcast, and coolish, no sun; very dim shadow. Breakfast 
comes at J.00 a.m., lunch at 11.30, dinner between 4.30 and 5*00* 
Have nice radio which belonged to fish boat. Great relief and pleasure; 
along 
riding/in dusk (twilight) with tango music and the waves slipping by, might as 
well be on your own private yacht. 
These boys of Portuguese extraction are a fine, able lot; have made their 
mark and are getting somewhere in this world. The Gonsalves' own this vessel and 
have successfully run it a number of years. I have enjoyed getting acquainted 
with them—fine Americans, an asset to any nation calling them citizens and 
sons. One of the younger boys who helps cook clean up seems cleaner than 
cook about some things. And would, if running galley, keep towels cleaner. 
Washed the ash trays yesterday, said he hated to see dirty ash trays sitting 
around. Italian Carmoti, said to be a journeyman carpenter. Crowd aboard, 
