You open your eyes and find yourself washed up on a sandy shore. The ship that you where on sailed into a storm and the last thing you remember is the sea was about to claim you that dark night. Drops of salt water fall from your nostrils and mouth. You have your gear and weapons, but food and fresh water where taken with the tide, along with the ship. The real question is, what do you do now?


Oh, to sail away
To sandy lands and other days
Oh, to touch the dream
Hides inside and never seen

Oh, to ride the wind
To tread the air above the din
Oh, to laugh aloud
Dancing as we fought the crowds

To seek the man whose pointing hand
The giant step unfolds
With guidance from the curving path
That churns up into stone

Wandering and wandering
What place to rest the search?
The mighty arms of Atlas
Hold the heavens from the earth...