DAY 11

PERSONAL JOURNAL OF COLONEL JACK O'NEILL

I did not mean to run into anyone. Certainly not in the foul mood I came down the mast with. But I wanted to sleep in the wardroom again and Sven was there having a beer, called me in before I could back away from the door.

He said nothing and gave me a beer as well.

"Thought it was your watch," I croaked.

"It was," he said, with a yawn. "Cap took over."

I wish these guys wouldn't be so damn NICE. Then I could feel okay about being a rude bastard to them…

PERSONAL JOURNAL OF CAPTAIN DR. SAM CARTER

Jack wasn't at our 0000-0400 watch, but we were told not to go look for him. Guess the captain has engaged in a little counselling after all. We were all a bit anxious over what the results would be. Could be a colonel who can actually talk to us, or one who is even angrier. I feel horrible for having asked the captain to do this. It could mean the end of this team, and as Daniel and Teal'c and I emotionally lean on each other we come to realise more and more that this is the only family we have, that we love each other and have no wish whatsoever to be anything other than a team.

Yeah, that's a pretty big thing to realise, but we did. Me, military girl not known as the easiest communicator amongst my gender, and Daniel, scientist but also man, and Teal'c, as uncommunicative as a man can get and startlingly astute when you expect it least.

"I would regret it very deeply should this team come to an end," he said. "I have come to care for you significantly."

Daniel and I smiled, said our versions of 'ditto' and we ended up in a strange, awkward grouphug. I could practically feel the thought buzzing between us – if only Jack was here this would be perfect.

Then, just like that, the mood changed and we broke apart and went about our things. Still nice to know I'm not the only one who can get a little anxious at the thought of the end of our team.

PERSONAL JOURNAL OF TEAL'C

This morning we had what I believe is commonly referred to as a 'bonding moment'. I have come to care deeply for my teammates, and said this, and they also expressed their worry about what is happening to out team, and I believe it is good that these things were expressed. Perhaps that is what O'Neill is unable to do – to express his fears as affection instead of as anger. Captain Carter has asked captain Anadottir to help us restore our team, and I fear O'Neill may see this as betrayal.

The wind has increased and we are currently making a record speed of 11.2 knots. The bow of the ship throws up curtains of spume each time it hits a wave, and I find the sensation exhilarating. Daniel Jackson has assisted the bosun all day in maintenance work. Perhaps he feels it is best to keep busy while we hope O'Neill will realise how to break loose from his chains.

Along with several others we gathered in the mess to clean carrots and listen to more radio by Billy Connolly. It started with multiplication tables and mirrors, and I did not understand all of it, but the cook was kind enough to explain to me.

PERSONAL JOURNAL OF DR. DANIEL JACKSON

Outside of our watches I tried to take a nap, but couldn't fall asleep and finally went to the bosun for something to do. He had me climb up the main to wrap parts of the rigging with greasy rope and then tar it. Mucky job and it felt weird just dangling there in my harness, sitting in it so I had both my hands free. Especially with all the 'rock and roll' as they call it here. We're at an amazing speed under our topsails and fore t'gallant salone.

We're all exhausted, physically and emotionally.