1787 6th August Rio de Janeiro
We arrived here in the place that people are calling Rio de Janeiro about a mouth ago but its hard to tell wile they're keepen us below the bloomen deck. me clothes are starting to get ichy but its not as bad as the mariens, there clothes have to be washed in salt water. They think we have it beter but we don't wash our clothes at all!!!! Me legs are throbing because of our lack of exersise and then they want us to exersise. couggh....... parden me, got a bit of a cold but its getting better because of the fresh friut and vegies that the bloomin captin gave us, its about time we got some since Tenerife. ahhhhh...... sorry that sound was someone geting punished by being wip't but it could be woures the punishments abored here can be pretty brutal, like solatary confinement or your best cina plate wip'en you I can't even imagen Sam having to wip me or the other way around. Its like Hell aboured this floaten death trap, none of us can swim, our food is scares and whenever we get in our births we are throwen out of them in storms.
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