He’s always running, running - running forward. Because there’s only one way to move on. He stumbles and trips, but no journey is ever painless. He always continues; the ocean still awaits in its glory. He suffers, cries, and laughs with those he holds dear: his nakama. Though distance separates them, their hearts are one. And in the end, they wait for him; they always will. They will step forth.
Onward, to the sea of adventure.