They snort and cluck and bleat day and night, in pens on deck. I'm glad of their company and wish I might go near them more often. I've had milk out of the goat, straight from her teat. John Ramsay says she's aboard for the Gentlemen and Officers, so they might have fresh cream when they please. Today, the 19th, Captain Cook gathered the Ship's Company on deck and read the Articles of War aloud.
Captain is a clean-shaven man, strict and stern, with cold eyes.
The Articles he read stated there would be no swearing of oaths on board, no drunkenness, nor uncleanness. Captain hasn't had a whiff of me. The Articles declare cowardice, mutiny, and desertion to be punishable acts. They say naught of stowaways, but Francis Haite, John Ramsay, and Samuel Evans each glanced my way during Captain's reading. Even with the cover pulled over me, I am thoroughly wet.