Dalia gets up. Tirad is waiting for her to jump into the water, even though it’s raining heavily and the borderline between the waves and the sky is faded. But Dalia is standing at the edge of the boat looking at the water surface, she seems puzzled. The rain falls into Tirad’s eyelashes making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. But Dalia looks ahead with her eyes wide open watching the dolphins swim away.

“They were under the boat! Did you notice it too?” she asks. Tirad nods. Dalia takes his hand and leads him to the cabin. Tirad prepares the dinner. They only have dried fish to eat. The rainfall on the cabin roof makes a humming sound inside like a lullaby. Dalia looks sleepy but Tirad can’t fall asleep with so many questions that occupy his mind. He needs to find say something to catch Dalia’s attention.

“What did you know about Armina?” he asks.

“Nothing! It was the first time I heard her name,” she replies. He goes on asking whether she had heard anything about the parallel Saviour Narratives, about the Parsana Ship that holds the Saviour’s only heir. Armina had told him all the sea people knew about her. Dalia stops him.

“People of the sea have their own account of events, they tell their own tales and all of them think theirs is the truth and other tales are just myths… Armina is no different!” she says. Tirad had heard this many times before, but he can’t just put aside one narrative for another.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t believe either of them, nor would I disregard them both. It doesn’t matter what had happened many years ago and who had done what. Only the things happening now, matter.”

“Well…things that happen now are the result of the past events!” Tirad says excitedly.

“The things happening now are only the result of what people want. They will do anything to get what they need. They would even change their past to their own liking, telling the tale that would serve them better now,” Dalia says yawning. She wants to sleep but Tirad is more excited and starts explaining to her about Hurmaz’s documents. She listens with disinterest. Tirad shows her the lines about purchasing the fishing boats and exporting large fish. She doesn’t know how to read but looking at the written lines brings her around. She takes a long pause, thinking and putting her memories in order. Tirad thinks she was too tired before and she usually needs more time to reach her memories, not that she didn’t want to help. She starts recalling her father.

“My father is a diver. He dives out metals, rebar and iron plates and girder. But Oxan doesn’t allow us to dive on the drowned cities of Tehran, Tabriz and Rasht. We were given special quotas to dive. Each ship can go to these cities only three times per year. We are sent to smaller cities where we usually don’t find anything useful,” she explains and pauses again, thinking what to say next. Tirad encourages her to go on.