The Parsana Ship is large, not as big as the Oxan naval but at least four times as the stranded Saviour Ship. Three identical ships with steel bodies and high masts with no sailcloth have been anchored side by side three hundred years ago. The main ship that has a small platform for a pier is the eastern ship. Tirad tries to estimates the number of Parsana residents to be around six hundred people, if each ship has two hundred people living on it. This means six hundred people live in the Oxan and the Saviour region but they are outside of their belief system. How come he had never heard of this ship with so many residents? There must be some indications of this ship in the maps and hidden documents that are kept in the forbidden library, but he doubts not being a Saviour follower is the sole reason of redacting this ship from all the official documents. Narivan is being taken to the cabins. Tirad and Dalia follow the healers, making way through the women and children of the ship who have come to watch the newcomers, whispering to each other. Tirad also sees more people coming over to the eastern ship from the floating wooden bridge that hangs between the central and the eastern ship decks. He doesn’t know how these wooden bridges supported by cables can survive the storms of the rain season. Perhaps they only use them in the dry season and remove it with the first rainfall. The children walk cautiously on the floating bridge, being careful not to shake it too much.

“What happened to your arm?” asks the old woman pointing at Tirad’s burn mark.

“Have you slipped on the boat too?” she asks in a mocking tone that Tirad finds offensive. She obviously hasn’t believed a word Dalia had said. But Tirad needs to keep up with it. He says when Dalia was burning her father’s leg, his arm accidentally caught fire. The woman smirks.

“It doesn’t matter…most Saviour Disciples that take refuge in here have accidently burnt their arms on the way!” she replies. Tirad is confused. How did she know he was a disciple? Perhaps she just threw something at him to see his reaction.

“Don’t worry!” she says, trying to calm down Tirad.

“We give shelter to all! Especially the Saviour Disciples that flee their Ship!” she continues and takes faster steps. Tirad looks down as he walks. He doesn’t want the woman to see the shame in his face. He enters the Parsana’s cabin building that resembles the Saviour Ship. The ground floor has a long corridor with cabins on both sides and a staircase at the end that leads to higher and lower levels. The only difference is the number of stories and the lengths of the corridor, both more than that of the Saviour Ship. Narivan’s stretcher is taken into a cabin on the ground floor and put on a table. There are many shelves on the cabin wall, each filled with boxes, tins and glasses, similar to Lealy’s cabin but bigger and messier. The old woman washes Narivan’s wound with distilled water and cleans it. She takes a close look at the wound. And then, finds a cloth and places it between Narivan’s teeth. Narivan wakes up for a few seconds and looks around in fear. The old woman holds a bottle under his nose and he goes back to a deep sleep. He no longer feels the pain or shivers from the infectious fever.