To me boy - or girl, foyke if i knowe
Child, i do not yet knowe wyt yer mother named ye. Reading this as ye art now, 'tis sure you knowe wyt kind of man i was and wyt kind of lyfe i led and 'tis also sure that me blood is cursed as it called ye out to sea same as me, and to wanton wickedness no doubt also. Th' gods be judge of that and us, but yet knowe that i be sorry if mine hand forced ye to this lyfe. The mappe to this place i intend to conceal and secret away 'til such a day whence i be no longer amongst the living and ye be of age. Be ye manne or Womanfolk, i hope wyt time Fythe and Lethea saw fit to give us together was worthwhile. I hope also that i hath provided enough for ye and yer mother so that wyt meagre treasure ye find in this chamber will be a pittance by count and comparison to wyt ye already possesse.  Still all these are by right for ye to do as ye will.
Knowe also that in all likehowde this miserable land hosts yer brother - or sister, foyke if i knowe - and for that too i am sorry and ask pardon from ye both, and the both of yer mothers, though that i be taking to me grayve as to not endure the wrath of neither.
As to the last matter to be settled in this record - if ye wyt reads mine words art not me blood or kyn, knowe that on the day i wryt this letter, and sealdt this chamber, i also conjuredt *explosive runes*