“Husband and wife!” she says to Tirad’s surprise. He doesn’t know how to react and can’t do anything but to confirm her. The old woman seems to have accepted the term ‘husband and wife’. But Tirad cannot. Marriage is forbidden for the Saviour Disciples, for him it means undermining all the Saviour Rules and wiping off all his past life, and even though he is drifting away from his disciple life, he is still scared and hesitant in every step of the way. Yet he needs to accept it, he has no other way. The past is not an option anymore. He can’t go back, neither to the Saviour Ship nor to his previous life. The only path he has lies ahead in the vague future. All he has now is Dalia and he knows he wants a life with her, not only because he has unwillingly destroyed his past life, he is now choosing to live with Dalia especially after the dream night they had together. If being ‘husband and wife’ means living with Dalia for the rest of his life, so be it. But he needs to talk to Dalia about it. Even though there is no way to reclaim his past life, he still has to go back to revenge the deaths of Hurmaz, Lealy and the innocent refugees. Dalia needs to choose whether she would stay as his wife through all that or not.

Two young men carry a stretcher down the ladder. Both ends of the stretcher are chained to a cable wheel on the deck and two men are waiting on the deck looking down. Narivan’s unconscious body is put on the dirty and stained blanket of the stretcher and strapped to it with three leather bands. The stretcher is pulled up from the deck. The two men climb the steps slowly as the stretcher is pulled, making sure it doesn’t spin or turn upside down. The old woman invites Dalia and Tirad to the ship. Tirad insists on staying on the boat but the woman wouldn’t have it. She says they should come and rest. Tirad is worried about the coins and the boat’s filled supply cabin and doesn’t want to leave it unwatched. But it makes no difference anyway. Even if they stay on the boat, they can’t protect themselves against any intruders, especially if their numbers should be more than them. Dalia whispers in Tirad’s ear telling him not to worry. She says the people of the sea have mercy on their own people; otherwise, chaos would break out everywhere. Tirad takes his bag and follows the women up the ladder.