To conquer my island, I sank my ship.
I felt it was the only way.
Now I stand at the water's edge.
I can't go back. Only forward.
There is fear in each step I take.
I am not sure if they are in the right direction.
The fog is thick, but I move forward.
I see my foes. They sense my fear.
It is now my time to conquer, or be conquered...