Dalia moans again in her sleep. Tirad sees the baby pressing against her mother’s belly. This is not the time to give in and bend under the heavy burden of past faults. He inhales a deep breath and lets it out slowly. If he hesitates now, he will be crushed by the regret of losing Dalia before the dark loneliness of the sea brings him down on his knees. He has to save Dalia and the baby. He gets up and goes to the wheel. The raindrops fall on the glass shields of the wheel area. Tirad checks the maps and the compasses again. He must have reached Parsana according to his route. He takes the flashlight and shines it around on the sea and the dark horizon ahead. He is on the right track. The shadows of three large ships appear on the horizon. Tirad speeds up towards them.

There are no sounds coming out of the ships and no lights! Tirad turns off the engine and rows towards the eastern ship platform. The ship seems to be abandoned. Maybe these ships are not Parsana and he has come to the wrong place. But there are no other three side by side ships in the area, unless he doesn’t know about them like he didn’t know Parsana existed till last year. He shines the flashlight to the gap between the ships, hoping to see the floating bridge he had crosses over before with difficulty. There is no bridge between the ships or maybe they just hang the bridge in the dry season and the rains still continue. Tirad approaches the small, pier platform. His boat lights are on and the guards must have seen him by now. Tirad ties his boat to the pier pin and looks around. There are no other boats nearby. He has to go up and see what is going on and why nobody has come down to see the newcomer. He takes his torch and fixes the flashlight on the ladder to go up more easily. But he can’t climb this ladder, no one can!

Tirad takes a step back on the boat deck and looks horridly at the corpses of men and women hanging from the ladder steps. Their head and face flesh have been cut off, probably eaten by the seagulls. Who would do such a thing? Hang the bodies in open air instead of throwing them into the water or burn them according to the Saviour Rules? What Saviour Rules allows the killing of the innocent men and women healers of Parsana? They were just humble servants that did nothing in their lives but tending to the wounds and pains of others. It must be Mart’s work, to scare the rest of the sea people, use this to pressure them to cooperate with him the way he wants. Tirad bends and as he holds his head between his palms, he shouts. He screams from the bottom of his heart, as loud as the roaring thunders of the rain season. He then kneels down and throws up into the water. Dalia has gotten out of the cabin. She walks towards him with trembling legs. Tirad wants to take her back inside but Dalia glances at the bodies, she stands up straight for a second and then falls down.