I feel something in this place, something I haven't felt since I was a child. When my father would go insane with rage, I would hide with my brother and he would tell me the tale of Pania of the Reef. I remember feeling the ocean calling me. I wanted to escape, to give myself to the silent sea.
And now, as i look at the reeds surrounding this beach, i feel that urge again. I see Pania's green seaweed hair, woven among the wreckage. I feel her tears in the spray of the waves, lashing upon the rocks.
Lara is right, this island is cursed. There is a rage here that will never let us go. If the worst happens and I'm the last one standing, I will let Pania take me. I will swim away and join my brother in the waves.
Jonah probably believed this island was cursed before any of us. I've got to find a way to get them all out of here.