This will have to be short and sweet, because the stevedores are going to unload beer and wine, and I have to count the bottles.
Honey, you know how constantly you are on my mind. How often, on the bridge at night, my thoughts are of you. So, please, Betty, be a little patient for another week or so, then my letters will come faster.
You see, they don’t carry any pursers on these ships any more and the Captain and myself have to split up all the paper work.
As if that isn’t bad enough, all the cargo we are carrying at present is what you call special cargo. That is, expensive items that have to be counted separately by the mates before being unloaded. This takes up almost all my time, and the little bit left is usually devoted to sleeping.
But, in a few weeks, the cargo will be different, I can relax, catch up on lost sleep, wash clothes, mend socks, and WRITE to you. What? What? What? What?
Maybe I can add a little more to this later, but right now I’m in a hurry. Please excuse the writing. I’ll have more time later on. I hope.
I’ll certainly be glad when the rest of this cargo is gone. The trouble is, we drop off, 200 tons in Bermuda, 87 tons at St. Croix, 300 tons at St. Kitts, etc…, all down the line. All while you are at one port, your time is spent checking cargo ashore. Just as soon as you are done, it’s time to leave for the next place. Oh well! You get loads like this occasionally, and the only thing to do is forget everything else and concentrate entirely on the cargo and navigation between ports, and the mountain of paperwork.
I like the job because I am experienced in it and know what I am doing. That is a big factor to consider. However, right now, I should like to know about 12 hours in which to do nothing except sit down, look at your picture and write to you about a mate who loves you, and whose life will be incomplete until he holds you in his arms once more.
We have what it takes to make a happy and successful union, and the sooner you realize it the happier I shall be. (oops! you should be too!).
Well, I’m awfully busy now Cyclone, so I’ll have to run. Keep my heart in working order.
Darling-I LOVE YOU,