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Darwin Packs For Two Years At Sea – An Early Draft

From the desk of Charles Darwin,
17 Spring Gardens,
London, England
November, 1831
In preparation for the occasion of the journey
Aboard the H.M.S. Beagle
The following items are in need of purchase:

Hard tack – one year’s supply
Tea bags – twenty-four month’s supply (3x daily)
Hourglass – one, able to resist ship’s tilt of 30 degrees (minimum)
Quills plus ink plus inkwell – appropriate for four paper reams

Parchment paper – four reams
Matches – three boxes of five hundred
Candles – with spare wicks, twelve boxes of one hundred
Night mask – cloth-and-silk, pref. silk only

Spyglass – collapsable, brass-only
Calendar  – monthly pages for two (2) years
Sextant – in nautical miles
Trunk for contents – one, metal and leather, weather-proof, rust-proof

Brush – general purpose
Umbrella – sturdy leather
Trenchcoat – suitable for gales, gusts, blustery weather
Map – one, scrolled

Leather desk-topper – 100cm width
Magnifying glass – 14cm diameter
Belt – reptile, pref. same (one piece) – one piece, waist 75cm
Sporting cap – medium

Waistcoat – one, blue, else corduroy brown,  gentlemen’s tall
Hunting knife – one, large
Jars – mason, seven dozen
Limes- one bag

Evening sweaters – two, cable-knit, one red, one blue
Slippers – one pair, fur-lined
Leather jacket – sturdy pockets with reinforced stitching
Grooming kit – nail trimmers,  beard scissors,

Suspenders – one pair plus repair kit
Boots – two pair, Wellingtons preferred, else a mid-calf
Butterfly net – one, plus net repair kit
Pocket watch – one, brass with chain

Lap blanket – sturdy, weatherproof, (one that’s made for rain)
Flintlock pistols – two, box set of, with one bag powder, one box balls
Sleeping outfit – one, one-piece
Dining set – knife, fork, soup spoon, cloth napkin, bowl, plate, two each of

Monocle – large with chain and accompanying ear piece
Scrap book – three, one hundred pages per
Socks – a must, thick-knit wool, seven pair, sturdy fabric for nautical travel
Trousers – three pair, brass buttons only, pockets – front AND BACK

Addendum: make the socks black
Undershorts – seven pair, medium, white
Cheese wheel – one, yellow or orange (not white)
Undershirts – four, white, mid-sleeve

Paste – for teeth
Cravatte – one, ruffled, else neckerchief
Rum – Captain’s grade (special occasion’s only) – twelve month’s supply
Barometer – English made ONLY

Button-down Oxfords – five (if budget allows)
Spice assortment – one pound (salt, pepper, various)
Silver chalice, one – polished and stainless steel acceptable if no silver found
Doubloons – Spanish, remainder of funds

Addendum: Compass
Tobacco
Cod Liver Oil

All further considerations to be added below.

CD

Jungle Cruise Haikus

I am on a boat
cruising down to Mexico
with Mickey and crew.

Here’s a video
to hold you over until
I am back next week.

Oh yeah, and there are
ONLY THREE MONTHS LEFT UNTIL
BROETRY COMES OUT!!!

Waves

There is an ocean between us
We share a bed, but we are miles apart
I step out on my widow’s walk and peer into the night sky
Trying to get a glimpse across the Atlantic
Hoping too see white sails poke out from beyond the horizon
Praying to God that you are not lost beneath the waves
Waiting for the winds to change
I cannot count the times that you told me not to worry
She’s a sturdy ship you said
And I have a steady hand
I believed you but these waters are rough and I still haven’t got my sea legs
The dark blue churns and turns into a frothy white as it slams against the rocks
Waves break the bows of ships, the dreams of sailors
As my face turns a paler shade of white
And I understand that this is how you spend your life
But that doesn’t make it right
I’m left waiting in this lighthouse
Flashing beacons of light
Steering good ships home
Throughout the endless sleepless night
And I’m tired of walking beaches
Collecting sandollars and starfish
I’ve grown barnacles waiting
Waiting for familiar sails
Waiting for friendly skies
Waiting for your return
You are Ulysses in a floral print sundress
I am Penelope in denim and corduroy
Green sea glass glints beneath the sand
As sand slips down through cracks in my hand
And I believed you when you said that I’ll never understand
Because there is an ocean between us
And it’s too deep to stand