We begin to fight. The wind and I. Horns locked. Battling each other with elements.

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually.

The sea is as near as we come to another world.

Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright - And this was very odd, because it was The middle of the night

As I look out into the sea of everyone here, I see my brother. He is my hero. I admire him so much.