“As a child, I loved riding on my father’s boat. I respected my father, whom everyone called master. But one day, I ventured into the hold of the ship. I saw those broken men rowing, like lost souls in hell. I saw...children...who were my age...”

“Come on, Mark! Do you really want me? Oh, bother. I hate the cold. What? Everyone's counting on me? ...Oh, fine...”

''Yeah... I would. The ocean...that’s where I belong.''