Garry: 'You're gazing vacantly into space again captain.' Peter: 'I'm tying to write up the journal.' G: 'How much have you written?' P: (Shows G a blank page.) 'What can you say about yesterday? A perfect day sailing through the islands with the wind behind us. Day's run eighty miles. Uneventful. A beautiful day for us, but how can I write it up in the journal?' G: 'Just say that. 'Beautiful day's sailing, signed, Peter Manthorpe, Master.'' P: 'Gary, you're a genius.' Beautiful day's sailing.