The ship strode through the ocean, cutting the waves and sending them inches to the air. Wind roared in my ears as the ship leaped and flew across the waters; no words can describe the experience other than 'magnificent.' Fifteen minutes into the journey, several remnants of old ports can be seen jutting out of the ocean - remnants of what used to be Samalona's shoreline before abrasion claimed it.
Unlike most of its neighboring islands, the shores of Samalona had waters clear as air, exposing the corals beneath it. Ships could be seen docking to some of the docks in the new shoreline, dropping and picking up passengers. A man could be seen preparing a stew of scallop - not only the muscle known as scallop in the western worlds, but also most of the flesh of the clam.