Island. Evening.

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

You step out into the Islandtown harbor. Making sure you remember your directions, you 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.

You think about the ruins buried just beyond the coast.

Goodnight, Harbortown. Goodnight, Ruintown. Goodnight, Islandtown.