Day 47 of what? Nothing, really, I just wanted to start dramatically. You know:
“Day 47 — Still no sight of land. Salted pork ran out 6 days ago and have been nibbling on the leather soles of Charlie’s shoes. Poor Charlie. To die like that so close after the news… so sad.“
Besides that, not much. Going out, staying in, doing stuff, not doing stuff. That brings you up to date.
Oh! Except for the… ah, never mind.