The analysis of my recent trouble continues.
Thus far I have observed that I was rude to the sailors who lined up the main mast for sick call this morning, I was short with Vasserman when he was late with my breakfast, I was sullen whilst instructing my assistants in the airing out of the lower decks. I sulked while observing the drying of the ballast, I huffed and puffed profusely as I made my daily log entries and I was utterly distracted while I paid my scheduled visits to the sick men in their hammocks. I took no joy in the sighting of a distant ship that was thought to be a great potential prize, yet felt the sting of disappointment when we lost sight of her later.
What is worse, I believe my troubles have garnered the notice of Captain Freymann and the officers, I am certain I caught them discussing it this morning on the quarterdeck. They seemed embroiled in a great conversation, then as I approached, they all seemed to stop speaking simultaneously in the most awkward fashion.
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