My message in the bottle 💙

I was strolling along the edge of the sensational seaside in absolute awe at the ocean’s ebb and flow of the tide, when I came upon a mysterious message in a bottle, so of course I plunged headlong to rescue this in a frenzied, full throttle..

 Now it had obviously bobbed up and down amongst yon blue brine for ages but my curiousity was killing me as I tried to turn this rusted lid in small stages..But the bottle itself wasn’t damaged and I could see a scroll of paper inside of it that was beckoning me..Woohoo I had won this little battle as I shook the contents with excitement and a rattle..So I sat down on the dry, silky sand with this itriguing piece of paper rolled up in my right hand..

I carefully unwinded it bit by bit and I yearned to reveal what somebody had writ..it was penned in English though the grammer wasn’t great, but I guessed it’s writer was a foreigner as I tried hard to concentrate..
‘Helo I is Antonio’ ( ah Italion, I thought as I did my best to decipher the rest that he’d wrote) Pas me a letter Antonios adres is belo-I canot wate to learnn wher my botle did go’

Well I carefully wrapped this note back into a scroll and shoved it in gently through the bottle-neck hole..Then without any further ado with my find in my pocket I hurried on home and I grabbed my pen and a piece of parchment and wrote Antonio my poem.. “ Thank you Antonio., my name is Jill and I found your message in a bottle at God’s wishes and will.It had washed up on the shores of the Northumbrian coastline, all perfect and intact and amazingly fine. I have placed your message in a bottle back into the salty sea to wander on it’s mission wild and free’