ɔnðə nˈaɪt ʌvðə dˈɛdlaɪn tə lˈiːv, ɪɾ ɪz sˈɛd ðə mˈʌŋks tɹˈævəld ðɪ ˈaɪlənd dɹˈɪpɪŋ ɐ tɹˈeɪl ʌv kˈændəl wˈæks, ænd plˈeɪst ɐ kˈɜːs ɔnðɪ ˈaɪlənd ænd ˈɛnɪwˌʌn hˌuː tɹˈaɪd tə sˈiːk ɪt fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ˈoʊn ɪnðə fjˈuːtʃɚ.
On the night of the deadline to leave, it is said the monks travelled the island dripping a trail of candle wax, and placed a curse on the island and anyone who tried to seek it for their own in the future.