Recovering Memories

To de northeast, there's a small island. I remember long ago a great roarin' and howlin' dat echoed across de waters. I could hear de anger, but there was also pain. I could not venture to dat place. What if I became lost, my own feelings swallowed by de bigger ones? One day, it became quiet again, but now I feel dis is de final key to de lock on my soul. Go there. Find de last piece.