On board the Forest City. Set sail about five this morning. About nine was sea-sick, and for the first time ‘threw up’ on board the boat. Took my bunk—not a berth—and there lay till three. My first day out [of] sight of land. Saw Cape Cod as we passed. All sand. At night anchored off Martha’s Vineyard. Quite a safe harbor. Several ships were there. The fog was so dense that the Capt. thought it best not to go on. Another row today. One Sullivan of the N.H. detachment tied up for striking officers. After remaining at anchor a short time, started again.