Ah, the silvery misty waves of nostalgia wash over me. I smell the salt in the wind. I feel the depth of the sea in every wave. I feel the ignsignificance of me in every spray against my face. In me a glow and a lust was awoken that I thought had long since left me, the same white-knuckled fury that makes a young man move mountains out of his way. This game is a Miyazaki-esque retreat into the reverence for a mans yearning for the sea.
Or maybe, I am just old. Lovely game, holding my breath for a more complete campaign.