Terrible things have been going on in the bay. A week ago, a ship dropped anchor at the shore. It looked ordinary, but it had no flag, its sails had some strange writings on them, and Satan's servants were landing there at sunset to summon their master.

I saw with my own eyes how they tied two prisoners to crosses and carved the devil's signs on their bodies.

Damn the wind! If it were not for the wind, I would have packed my nets and returned to Tortuga long ago. Virgin Mary, protect me, I will quit drinking, I'll get back with Ursula. If only they had not seen my hut...

Terrible things are happening in the bay. A week ago a ship dropped anchor off the shore—looked ordinary, but it flew no flag. Strange writing covered its sails, and at sunset Satan’s servants came ashore to call their master.

I saw them with my own eyes. They tied two captives to crosses and carved devil’s signs into their bodies.

Curse this wind! If it weren’t for it, I’d have gathered my nets and run for Tortuga days ago. Holy Mary, protect me—I’ll quit the bottle, I’ll go back to Ursula. Only let them not see my hut…