To the finder:

I can’t say I know where I am
The clouds are too gray
The waves are too high
The storm came as a surprise
My crew is terrified; I welcome it
There is an island out here
Green and lush, sapphire pools
White beaches, dense forest
A high mount rises, facing the sun
The moon is always silver and full
This is yours now
Just as it once was mine
But I am old and gray
My home is gone, dead long ago
The ocean sparkles all around
This is where I return now
The dark water rushes over the sides
The ship tilts and is thrown
There is peace beneath the waves
A hidden paradise
Much like the one I leave you
Finder, make use of my island
This is my gift to you.
-Captain Charles Crawford

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