The storm was terrifying! For a week it blew us at great speed, spinning us around, flipping us over, and the noise was deafening! I don't know how we clung on! Electrical discharges lit the clouds, and our instruments went haywire! And the final insult was that it returned us to the original shore!!
All that suffering was for nothing! Our compass clearly showed that we were back where we started! My uncle rages and curses the storm! It's like the fates will not let us cross that sea! We will never learn what is on the other side!
So what do we do now? My uncle is so angry he wants to launch again into the storm, and reach the other side or (more likely) die trying. Or can't we just explore the forest for a while? See what resources we find? At least uncle might calm down! Or should we do something else?