Tá sé geal, ach tá scamaill dorcha ag bailiú sa spéir os cionn Chuan na Gaillimhe.

It is bright, but dark clouds are gathering in the sky above Galway Bay.

Suíonn Siobhán ar an mbád beag agus í ag stánadh síos san uisce.

Siobhán sits on the small boat, staring down into the water.

Tá sí dírithe ar a cuid taighde faoi shaol mara na háite.

She is focused on her research about the local marine life.

In aice léi, tá Ciarán, a cara agus a comhghleacaí.

Next to her is Ciarán, her friend and colleague.

Níl sé chomh suaimhneach léi.

He isn't as calm as she is.

Breathnaíonn sé ar na scamaill os a chionn agus imní le feiceáil ina shúile.

He looks at the clouds above, worry evident in his eyes.

"Siobhán," arsa Ciarán go mín.

"Siobhán," Ciarán says gently.

"Tá an aimsir ag dul in olcas.

"The weather is getting worse."

""Ná bí buartha," a deir Siobhán, a súile ag lonrú le paisean.

"Don’t worry," Siobhán replies, her eyes shining with passion.

"Tá mé chun rud éigin mór a aimsiú.

"I'm going to find something big."

"Os cionn na taoide, tá Aoife ag péinteáil ar an gcladach.

Above the tide, Aoife is painting on the shore.

Féachann sí ar an mbeirt ar an mbád agus bíonn sorn mar dhealra ar a haghaidh.

She watches the two on the boat and a frown appears on her face.

Ní thuigeann sí cén fáth nach dtabharfadh Siobhán cúram dá sláinte.

She doesn't understand why Siobhán wouldn't take care of her health.

Tá fhios aici go maith gur chuir si féin i mbaol í.

She knows well that she herself is putting herself in danger.

Ach, mar is gnáth, tá a spiorad saibhir ag barr feabhais.

But, as always, Siobhán's rich spirit is at its best.

Fágtar iad amhlaidh go fóill.

They remain like this for a while.

Tá an tonnta ag méadú agus an ghaoth á séideadh níos treise anois.

The waves are increasing, and the wind is blowing stronger now.

Tiocfaidh stoirm.

A storm is coming.

Thosaíonn an lochtú ag bualadh go huafásach timpeall na báidín.

The fault line starts to crash terrifyingly around the little boat.

Go tobann, mothaíonn Siobhán scaoileadh sa scornach.

Suddenly, Siobhán feels a tightening in her throat.

Casann a anál isteach agus amach amach le deachracht.

Her breath turns ragged and difficult.

"Bíodh trua ag Dia orainn," a deireann Ciarán, ag dul isteach ina measc.

"God have mercy on us," Ciarán says, stepping in to support her.

Tugann sé cuidiú léi a seasamh a choinneáil.

He helps her keep her balance.

Ach tá Siobhán bródúil agus neamh-thite.

But Siobhán is proud and resilient.

"Beidh mé ceart go leor," a crónna sí, cé go gcuireann casacht air.

"I'll be fine," she insists, though she’s coughing.

Níl sé soiléir life go bhfuil brúiteáin sí féin curtha do dhúshlán.

It's unclear to her that she's pushed herself to the limit.

Scaoileann sé láimhe Síobhán fill ar na cuisleacha ar imeall an sliabh.

Ciarán releases Siobhán's arm and they edge towards the cliffs at the shoreline.

Níl sí in ann a thuilleadh fanacht.

She can't stay any longer.

Ritheann Aoife, a bhí ag féachaint orthu go faoi chéile ón gcladach, chucu.

Aoife, who had been watching them quietly from the shore, runs to them.

"Tá cabhair uaim agaibh!

"I need your help!"

" scairteann sí, agus idir eatarthu, cuireann siad Siobhán i dtreo an chladaigh.

she shouts, and between them, they guide Siobhán towards the shore.

Is sa chliathán sin a thuigeann Siobhán gurb uirthi glacadh le haird a comhairleoirí, mar is nárbh déanamh í féin amháin a ritheann Ghaillimh.

It is at this point that Siobhán realizes she must accept the advice of her companions, as it’s not her alone who charts the course of Galway.

I dtosca, tagann críoch na gaeilge go muiníneach.

In circumstances such as these, the end connects confidently to the beginning.

Tuigeann sí go bhfuil sí freagrach as a corp agus a cuid tuairimí i dtaobh leas sláinte.

She understands she is responsible for her body and her perspectives on health.

Éineacht le Ciarán agus Aoife, tá uair ar a súil ina bhfuair sí áit eatarthu.

Along with Ciarán and Aoife, she finds solace in a place with them.

Agus, feictear, nach féidir le duine ach a bheith ag brath ar chabhair air agus a bheith ar aire a chéile daoine dá léirsmaoin.

And it’s evident that one can only rely on others' help and watch over each other with care.

Críoch lena fiosracht mara, buaite le sláinte deimhnithe.

Her marine curiosity concludes, won over by confirmed health.

Faigheann sí an cumas agus an comhluadar chun a cuid brionglóide a leanúint, ina ceol féin, gan eagla a thuilleadh ar an athrú.

She gains the ability and companionship to pursue her dreams, in her own tune, no longer afraid of change.