what does a guy from th 1500's have to do with it?

Hidden beneath the ship's decaying planks, they found a metal box that concealed secrets poised to alter history. This box shed light on Marcel Dubois' most coveted secrets. Mostly remembered as Nostradamus's mentor, Dubois had faded into obscurity. Exiled to the Americas in 1564, the end of his life remained a mystery until his hidden manuscript was found on his ship of exile.

Marcel Dubois was a prominent figure in the Nexus of Vitality, a secretive society composed of individuals gifted with supernatural abilities to influence the earth's vital forces. Organized into seven tribes, each dedicated to a specific aspect of planetary health, Dubois led the Polaris Tribe. More than a mere member, he was a visionary physician deeply engaged in exploring the intersections between the natural world and mystical energies, pioneering new understandings in both realms.

Narrator's Cheeky Take?

Oh, that dear, ancient, possibly daft genius—or should we call him our delightfully misguided mad scientist of yore? Let's dive into the question mark that is Marcel Dubois, shall we? Picture him: there in his study, quill poised, scribbling away the secrets of the universe as if penning down his favorite pie recipe. Now, hold on a tick—why, oh why, would anyone in their right mind (or spectacularly out of it) draft a "Doomsday DIY" guide?

Ah, but wait! In a moment of what might generously be called 'fuzzy logic,' our dear Dubois decides to get crafty. Encrypt the secrets, he thinks, because obviously, making them more cryptic is like a top-notch security system, right? No burglar ever looked at a lock and thought, "Ah, that's too much work." One can't help but wonder, Marcel, did it not dawn on you that some mysteries are better left as neuron firings rather than ink splatterings?

Was he a mastermind or merely the town eccentric with too much time and ink? Let's not linger on the brink of this intellectual cliffhanger. Buckle up, my savvy ones, and pop those corn kernels—we're embarking on a rollicking jaunt through the legacy of Marcel Dubois, a tale teetering between brilliance and bonkers. Hold onto your monocles (and your sanity); it's going to be a whimsically bumpy ride.