HM Bark Endeavour, April 19, 1770.

We sail on to the Great Ocean whose surface is as glass a pacific ocean indeed it could be a mirror of the Heavens. Mr Banks has been inspired in these days of unnatural calm to bring forth his guitar from one of the many trunks which were lugged on board at the outset and whose transport and storage, not to mention the alterations necessary to accommodate the ‘equipment’, cost £20,000. Mr Banks occupies the finest space aboard and to this he is welcome. A navigator crawling across vast distance does not wish to rattle around like a pea in a barrel but rather appreciates the hugger mugger of close quarters. It transpires that Banks is a player of some proficiency even if one were to deplore the Spanish influence of his playing. No musical man I am reminded that Mr Banks is a mere whelp at 25 while I will not see 40 again. All the same everything that Banks undertakes seems directed to shew his own greatness.