The man points to the wall of the building - the one facing the ocean, to the southeast.

[Across the sea,] he hums, contemptuously. [They've tried to get back, many times, but The Great Whale's always denied them. For a few generations we thought they were all dead.]

All three of the elders look momentarily uncomfortable.

[...Until recently, anyway,] admits the woman in the center. [We were only children then.]