...I want to do something for her.

[What is this? Is he actually using the journal to remark on his own thoughts and feelings? Seems that way, but there is more purpose to it than that. And he's finding it hard to speak so openly on a public server. So for a few moments he falls into silence and then there’s the sound of rustling.]

Someone so kind and openhearted never should have died in such a brutal way. And I would do anything to go back in time and change it, but I can't.

[He has to stop himself here before he say's too much. This isn't about him; it's about that kind mother.]

I don't feel like I have a right, but she deserves a proper farewell.

And I want to do something special, but I can't think of anything, it's not really something I'm used to.

So I guess what I'm asking is...How do you say goodbye to the dead in your world?

[And he stops the broadcast here. He’s not looking for pity, or for help. He just wants to give someone who has helped him through so much what she deserves. ]

[Upon his arrival, he's noted that words sort of just...appear in the book. He's also noted the voices and sounds he's hearing from it. Well, he might as well take a shot in the dark.

He's going to keep a level head as he writes the following:]

Would someone be kind enough to explain the situation of this place? I'm going to assume this book is enchanted, and works as a means of communicating with others.

[Hours later, he's copying the poem on the boulder down.]

Behold this ruby,
Centuries old.
Its power is great,
True depths untold.
What once was whole,
Now in parts 'tis shattered.
Having it all,
Aye, that's what matters.
Rebuild the gem
And whatever ye wish will be.
Whether wealth, good fortune,
Mayhap the chance to flee.
Strangers listen:
Take heed, take care.
Or be lost forever
To Davy Jones' lair.

[It's after writing this, that he will be found sitting next to the fountain mulling this over.]