About 2 o'clock p.m. came out fair and we made sail and got in the harbor where we received a pilot who piloted us up the river a distance of eight miles. We then dropped the larboard anchor and furled the sails. The John A. Robb, an English man o' war and several merchant ships were at anchor. The Robb's boat soon came aboard with the captain and a couple of Scalawags from the shore who were entertained by the captain of the Balena. This place is called Port Stanley.
Inhabitants are principally English.
A few soldiers on the island. Today weather squally. To the Falkland docks we bid adieu to lovely Kate and charming Sue our anchor is apeak and our sails unfurled We are bound to plow this watery world. Early this morning all hands were called out to break for water . . . Such is the life of the sailor.