Once upon a time there was an island that lived in ancient ways. Its most prized possession was a conch shell that was used to still the winds, ease the storms, placate the rain and thunder beings. It was sounded ritually...entrusted to one family, with the youngest member, male or female, to guard it and know the time to sound the note. It was that person who went out to meet the seas and storms and save the people and the island from destruction as the tempests approached.
