Island. Evening.

The ferry pulls into the harbor as the sun starts to set.

You step out into the Islandtown harbor. You stop to remember your directions.

The old lady waves goodbye to you as she passes, and you wave back, then head on your way.

Your family members greet you at the door, and bring you in for dinner.

After dinner, you look out over the waves.

Goodnight, Harbortown. Goodnight, Islandtown.