I would discourage you from reading the papers tomorrow, Mum, for surely they will speak of the events that have transpired over these past months, and surely their opinion will not be unbiased. I tell you not what I have done, not out of shame, Mother, but out of fear of hurting you. All I will say is contained in this letter. After this, you may not hear from me again. Do not worry. I am fine.
A terrible tragedy occurred aboard our ship, Mum. We were only several months at sea when the ship came under the rule of a tyrant. I couldn't bear it, Mum, I couldn't watch my father's ship be driven about by that madman. So I did what I had to, Mother. I did what I had to, and I hope you never learn what it was.
I write to you, Mum, from a ship bound for an island not unfamiliar to those whose blood I share. I will be fine, Mum. I am grown now. I will start again, Mother, and I will prevail yet again. Even the justified must deal with the justice of our country.
Goodbye, Mum. I hope all is well with your head.