Sorry to eveyro fro this msggege. . .* mY minde iss notto cleerrrr ov ltate...
This myy lat piic_____ of parchmooent orr id rite id over....soo tireddd




sweete Gaia throte bvrns..nothvng works note even currawl...but got to vind thh herb kamonce...kamincde..oh, it hott
they sed it calld sole fver..soul fver...so fever...only cure be kamince..phhh...on island of...
got pssge booked to leav tonit..god to gob efore no capptiann will take....me...gtting so i cAN hard to stand can sweat adn sohot throate brns....can not conccccenta..thikn...good.
they sde ivv got time on..time to do..time...time get where..island of...wif black rocksodark.....



under thl moon I saw my...the..kaminc..herb on..my brothers...little one...where are you.when ship...and...
better thna IiI desrve it shold think......cannot even ..the sun..heart...heart of......
halcyonene...

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Ero, in the year 240 AF.