They had entered the surrounding wall of the Saviour Island through the eastern gate with the guards. Dalia had seen many ships before, even greater ships, but never like this one. The ships she had seen always floated on the sea. Those parts of the ship that usually stayed out of the water, was now out of the sands. Between the surrounding wall of the Island and the stranded ship, there were many cabins with wooden roofs. The cabins were disordered like the guts of a large fish that were cut out; they seemed like a ship torn out from the inside. Most of them had a dim light that came out of their small windows. The smell of fish oil had caught her nose and had reminded her of how hungry she was. The lights were not just the ones from the oil lamps. The guards had stronger lights from their torches and some cabin houses had motor generated electricity. They must have been quite rich, Dalia had thought to herself. The guards had put them in a tin cabin that had no roof or windows. One of the guards had stayed in front of the door with his torch on. They had asked them some questions and Dalia had given them the same story that she later on had told Lealy and Tirad. The guards didn’t react to her story and just said that they will be dealt with the next morning. Asin had fallen asleep as soon as she reached the cabin. But Dalia was too tired and too hungry to be able to sleep. She needed water. Her skin had dried up and she could already feel the stretches on her head’s skin. She had begged the guards for water and had soaked her skin from head to toe as soon as she was given a bucket of seawater. Her head had soothed but she had felt suffocated in the four rusty, tin walls. All that came to her eyes was the picture of her mother swimming with the dead baby instead of sweet dreams.

The next morning, Dalia and her mother were questioned again by the guards. Dalia had tried to avoid giving any answers and even pretended that she didn’t speak their language. But her skin felt stretched and dry again and she needed more water and had to ask them for it. She had told them that she wouldn’t say a word until she was given more water. The guards waiting to hear Dalia’s confession had watched her soaking herself. They had become restless and frenzied by Asin’s muteness and Dalia’s resistance to talk. One of them had seen Asin roaming around the wall outside. He started beating Asin in front of Dalia to make her break her silence and tell them what Asin had been doing in the beach. The women of the Saviour Island were behind the tin walls, listening to their harsh conversation and awaiting a chance to get in and take over the confession. Their ruckus sound had made Dalia nervous and she could no longer watch her mother being beaten by the men. She had finally spoken the forbidden words and as soon as her sentence about burying a dead baby came out of her mouth, the women broke the door and got to them. They beat them even more and had dragged them to the ship deck to show them the punishment of the Saviour.