The End of My Liffvb

It seems to me my time on this miraculous planet is coming to an end. Just moments before, my ship had fallen victim to the Ionian Sea, leaving survivors weak upon the island of Zakynthos. I am ill beyond imagine and currently unable to pay for my funeral to come… Will I be left for the animals? Or perhaps some human would save my remains… I don’t have a clue. This shall be my last post on my blog before I perish…

The Island of Zakynthos

Before we had crashed, I was sailing in the Venetian Fleet with James Malatesta. I had taken this voyage due to pressure from the Inquisition. Those fiends. None of them had given me a chance to explicate my situation… What had happened was completely unimaginable. I had been performing an autopsy on a “dead” Spanish Aristocrat and when I had cut in before the heart, I found it beating. Was he drugged? I shall not ever know. Immediately I was deemed a murderer by his family and brought before the Inquisition. Only my link to Phillip II helped me survive their ways of torture and condemnation. The generous Phillip II was able to reduce my sentence to a mere Pilgrimage. Of course, these events would probably never be properly recorded to prove it's accuracy...

Yet here I am now, lying here prepared to die, with recent news during my time in Jerusalem that my friend Gabriel Fallopius had died recently at the University of Padua. I had planned to take his position, but such an event would never occur. I will not be able to travel back to the main lands of Europe. I hope my family fares well without me; God knows where they are… I am 50 years old and a proud physician, surgeon, and anatomist and today is October 15, 1564. The end is nearing, I end my post here.