Page taken from Vessel's journal, handwritten with a quill. Date redacted.
𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓈. 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹. 𝐼𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝒷𝒸𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒.
𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒜𝓋𝒶.
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒. 𝒞𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓅, 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝓊𝓉. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎, 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀. 𝐼𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝑅𝒾𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉.
𝒮𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽: 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒢𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑒𝒹. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉.
𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹.
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