Year of the Boar, Seventh Month, Day 29.

A storm the likes of which I have never seen broke out across the waters the day before yesterday. The wind picked up very suddenly and before I had time to consider the possibility that a storm was on its way, the rain had begun to lash down and within less time than it takes to light a stick, I was soaked to my skin. The wind was so vicious that it took my breath away and I began shivering so violently that I quite forgot to be sick. Even I am not so stupid or obstinate that I would stay on the deck of a ship in such weather so I tried to edge my way along the deck to the small wooden steps that lead below.  My foot slipped on the wet wood and I wrenched my arms holding the rail so that I did not tumble; I screamed for help but the wind took the very sound from my throat before it had a chance to form. I cannot say how long I stayed there, hanging on to the rail; my feet slipping and sliding on the steps for it seemed as though time were suspended. The rail became as wet as the steps in the end and I could no longer hold on. The wind ripped away another scream as I thudded down to the foot of the steps.
I do not remember quite what happened after that but when I awoke, there was a lump on my forehead the size of a small bird's egg and the sickness had returned. The storm seemed to have abated and I thought to return to the deck but when I got to my feet, I felt so dizzy that returning to my cabin seemed a much better prospect. I wish I could record that I staggered on bravely and made it to my cabin unaided where I remained for a few hours before pulling myself together but unfortunately, the truth presents me in a much less pleasing light. I managed a few steps before my head spun so much that I sank back to the floor where I proceeded to crawl towards my cabin. One of the traders whose name escapes me came upon me and when he realised that I could not get up, he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder unceremoniously whereupon I vomited all down his back. Part of me thinks it served him right; he should have carried me properly. The rest of me is simply deeply humiliated. I will get over it I suppose but I wish there was nothing to get over. I have remained in my bed because getting up just makes me feel sick. I can report, however, that the ship's rolling finally seems to have stopped.