Land Ho!
After 68 days, the Pacific Queen finally made it back to San Diego.  It was quite a newsworthy story!
As far as I know, there was no one to meet Fritz when the Pacific Queen returned to port.  After sending a telegram to his parents to let them know he had made it back to dry land, I think he spent a few days at the YMCA in San Diego (there is a luggage-check sort of ticket in the scrapbook from there).
September 11
Anxious to have him home, Fritz's parents sent him a ticket home.  None of the letters say exactly what kind of ticket it was, though.  I'm guessing train or bus.
September 15 - Los Angeles
Fritz wrote one final letter home, to let his family know when he was leaving and which route he would be taking.
Souveniers
Fritz brought a few things home with him, besides memories.
This is a piece of canvas from one of the Pacific Queen's sails, cut during the repair work the boys did after the storm.
These two thumbnails are autograph pages, signed by some of the Sea Scouts and the ship's crew.  The first is a lithograph print of the Pacific Queen, and the second on the back of a folded map of Baja California.  Some of the boys added their addresses and ship nicknames.
Ship's crew:  Captain Moyes, 2nd and 3rd mates, and ship's doctor.
After returning home, Fritz recieved his Certificate of Discharge in the mail.  The letter and certificate were in an envelope labeled "Ordinary Seaman's Papers" in the scrapbook.  I think there was originally another form that was like a license, saying that he could be hired as an ordinary seaman on any vessel, but I don't know where that paper is.  I remember Grandpa telling me once that it was missing.
So there you have it.  I hope you have enjoyed reading about Fritz's adventure at sea.  I didn't see the Pacific Queen scrapbook until after Grandpa was gone.  I remember him mentioning several times that he had been out to sea on a ship, but in the time I knew him Grandpa didn't really travel all that much (I guess he got it all out of his system early!) - so I thought he was "pulling my leg!"  My thought always was "how did a guy from Missouri get on a sailing ship, anyway??"  Well, now I know, and you do, too.