Sea Log - Day Five - Jan. 11th, 2002 (Friday)

Threatening weather and clouds today.  Fortunately our journey South to New Bedford will take us to enclosed sites.

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling for to go, singing

Blow, ye winds in the morning, And blow, ye winds, high-i!
Clear away your running gear, And blow, ye winds, high-o!

They send you to New Bedford town, that famous whaling port,
And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out.

They tell you of the clipper-ships-a-going in and out,
And say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out.

It's now we're out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;
One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below.