Again, we are standing here on the cliffs above the sea as night falls. The wind rushing at our backs. We watch the waves. Listen for the voices.

Do you see them out there? Past the breakers... so far.

All I see is the surf. My eyes strain in the dark. Now the wind roars against me as if the sea was inhaling.

Can you hear them calling? Mostly drowned out by the breakers. The waves. The tide. It is pulling them out to sea.

They'll try and swim, thrash against the current until they fight free.

While we're losing sight. We should save them. Why won't we try? Why would we fail? We've lost the sun. We have to try, but we stand here watching.

We turn, face the wind. We can not advance. We are captive here at the cliff's edge.

We're losing sight. Now face the wind. What does it want? It won't calm down. Why won't it stop? It won't give up.

Now I can hear them call.

The tide makes them weak. We must try and search for them now. We must leave now while now while they are still in sight.

Coward, leave now or they die.

No, we stand here. We just watch. Their blood is on our hands. We turn our backs to the sea.

Face the wind now. It's calming down. It's given up. It has tried for too long. As the night ends we're free.

I know we will return.