Jeremiah, I finally found it! 

Today we reached the isle. It's the one father used to tell us about. Remember? Shaped like a starfish; a mountain towering over the isle like a rook.

It is the very one. 

Father was right. The isle exists!

Docking at a bay in one of the isle's corners, I ordered the men to rest before we breached the jungle, blackened by a swarm of mosquitoes. Half of the crew got bitten and is treated by the voodoo priest we picked up south.

He said, nobody was harmed lethally –Thank goodness! I told him, I'd take all their bites, if they would live a while longer. Alas, I got lucky. None, of the beasts bit me. Perhaps they found the sweat cloaking my body not as seducing as the blood of the unfortunately bitten.

A few of my men are searching the middle of the isle. Let the gods of the sea have a protective eye on them!

I'm sure this time we'll find it.

I'll find the treasure, a reflecting flask, father said, and return to you as fast as I can.

To bring you the cure for any man's poisoned heart.

Love, Jeremy