I remain here in Japan, fearful and restless. The land of my escape has become yet another cage. It is my wish that this diary remain with the Minatoya household, in the event of my death. In all ways, I have tried to capture the true nature of my travels across the oceans; if there is fault in what I have written, let it be with my memory, not my spirit. Friends and enemies alike I lost to the water, to sickness, to the sword. May all our memories live on.

Done in the year 1603.