Anne was on the upper deck a great deal of the time asking people to do things for her. She appropriated Ted’s canvas covering which made him protest rather angrily. She is often rude to David and Marian with no occasion for it. She has lately spoken repeatedly of wanting to go to the Marquesas and Solomon Islands, a trip which is quite impossible from here as it would involve bucking a head wing most of the way. Under these conditions it seems to me that the expedition may end at Zamboanga.
After lunch, I read some poetry to Anne from a collection of poems in an attempt to keep her quiet. There was a moderate roll as we started across the Moro Gulf, a very mild one compared to yesterday.
A gentle rain continued up to about midnight with a following wind which made the cabin so hot and airless that I came on deck and slept until about 4:45 on a pile of mattresses covered with canvas. I relieved Fenton on watch and a few minutes later at 4:55 picked up the lighthouse on Sibago Island off the starboard bow. Called Ted and we changed course for this light.