I fear that these may be my last days. My wound has taken a turn for the worst and left me ill and weak. I have a constant faint feeling that leaves me aching. I believe that I have caught a sickness and that my body is slowly deteriorating. If I no longer sail the seas I will feel unaccomplished, having never found the fountain of youth. If I only I had it right now, I could recover and continue living. But I don’t now, do I? That means that this could be my very last entry. Until I see you again, I wish the best for whoever reads this. Live your life to fullest and never have any regrets.
Juan Ponce de Leon