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Merchant ship: Mary Anne, Dublin Harbour. June 17 1821

Thank god for a pocket full of money. Without it I’d be under the captain for the entire voyage. Two days now since I left me boy behind and I wonder how angry he is with me, and whether he’ll take the advice I left him. There now, two sentences in and I’m already mentioning Ambrose when I swore to meself that I’d not. That’s past. Look forward, Fleury, not back.

It’s good to see Dublin again, hadn’t realised how much I’d missed it. The smell hasn’t changed much, I say that. The Mary Anne isn’t planning to sail on to New York until tomorrow. Wasn’t planning to go ashore, but… well… what harm could it do?