A faded letter, stained with salt
LaCuran,
I've gone on the run. I am so sorry to leave you to face Captain Isabella's wrath alone. Whatever she does to you will be less horrible than what she had planned. Perhaps that's some small comfort? I hope so.
I couldn't let her go through with it. I couldn't let her become the monster she wanted to be.
My final request of you is to distract her until I can escape the island with the box. She will certainly kill you for it, and maybe worse; still, I must ask, for the sake of our long friendship. If that's not enough, for the sake of every living thing in this world. Even now, I fear it is too late for I hear the Heretic's laughter. Hellish echoes that plague my waking thoughts and haunt my nightmares.
I must flee. Go with God, friend, if you can still find him.
- <b>Father Dante</b>