Favourable winds from off the quarter this morning. Mr. Allen spread a full press of sail and upon heaving the log we discovered she was making eight knots two fathom. The people seem happy to be cracking on, but I judged it prudent to strike royals. We are bound for the far side of the world - and there is no profit in losing a yard in order to keep a fool's pace with no dockyard under our lee for ever and ever.
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