An Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is loose, whipping around her as the wind blows. Her eyes stare out at rolling, grey sea, searching intently, but also in vain. The yearned-for boat has not come today.

An Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is wet with the heavy rain, sticking stubbornly to her rosy cheeks. Her eyes stare out at a stormy, dark sea, searching. Always searching. And always in vain. The yearned-for boat has not come today.

An Irish woman stands on the hillside, overlooking the coast. Her hair is tied back with a yellow ribbon, with her curls bouncing in the light breeze. Her eyes stare out at a calm, sparkling sea, searching. Her heart desperately calling, but the yearned-for boat has not come today.

An Irish woman, waiting for her love, sits atop a hill overlooking the coast. Her intense gaze never wavers; her eyes are forever on the horizon. She sits patiently, waiting day after day for the one who stole her heart to return to her. Her heart calls to his, lovingly reaching out to bring him home.

A sailor, too-long away from home, looks out across a rolling, grey sea, eyes on the horizon for his homeland. He knows he is still too far away, but his eyes watch, anyway. His proud ship cuts though the waves, bringing him closer to home, but all he knows is just another day of endless sea.

A sailor, too-long away from home, looks out across a stormy, dark sea, eyes on the horizon for his homeland. It is too dark to tell, and the clouds are thick and angry, but he knows that he is still too far away. He searches, anyway. His eyes attempt to pierce through the darkness and the rain for a glimpse of home, but all he knows is just another day of endless sea.

A sailor, too-long away from home, looks out across a calm, sparkling sea, eyes on the horizon for his homeland. He can clearly look far into the distance, but he knows he is still too far away. He holds his gaze steady, anyway. His heart knows that she is waiting for him, calling for him, calling him home. He knows, and his heart calls out to her in return, but all he knows is just another day of endless sea.

A sailor, finally coming home, searches the sea for an end. His gaze never wavers; his eyes are forever on the horizon. He waits patiently, day after day, for a sight of the one who stole his heart. His heart continues to answer the call of hers, tenderly reaching out as his ship brings him closer to home.

On the horizon, now, a dark ship is finally spotted. A proud vessel, swiftly bringing a sailor home. The Irish woman jumps to her feet, racing the wind to the coast, and she eagerly stands by the edge of the sea, still waiting. Her hair is messy, wind-tousled, and her cheeks are bright red, but her smile is the brightest of all.

On the horizon, now, the green coastline is finally spotted. A proud country; it is his only home. He knows his love is waiting there for him, waiting to be reunited at long last. He eagerly runs to the bow of the ship, peering out over the vast blue of the sea in front of him, still seemingly endless. His eyes are bright and glittering, his excitement barely contained, but his smile is the brightest of all.

The ship sails in, and the two are finally reunited. Laughing, they splash in the waves of the cruel sea that had once kept them apart for so long, but now had so generously brought them back together. Embracing, they turn to face the horizon, the direction she had been watching diligently all this time, and together they silently watch the fiery sunset disappear as night takes the place of day.

A full moon lights their way as they return home. Delighted and in love, they watch the stars appear before turning in for the night. The sea plays a lullaby, whispering softly to them as they sleep.

A full moon illuminates a softly glittering sea; the reflection is distorted, but still vibrantly bright. The quiet waters gently lap at the soft sand of the coast, slowly washing away the scores of footprints left by the happy couple. As they sleep peacefully, so does the sea, with the moon smiling as it gazes down from above.