The progressive sea continued its game, it would go on and take back the bodies it had spitted out, drowning new parts of the mountain and more trees and the next day as the raining continued it would spread out more human and animal corpses and rooted out trees. The forest village had turned into an island at the end of the rain, surrounded by the new sea. Its rocky, sloping coastline was covered with the dead bodies of the people and animals. At that time, the surviving villagers didn’t know how much the mountain had been merciful to them, not bestowing them to the new sea. But they needed more mercy than that granted to them by the mountain and the sea. The mercy that was in the hands of the Great Fog as the sun had started to shine, evaporating the water. Taking shelter in the underground chambers and caches of the village houses helped the survival of four young men and three women from the Great Fog. Children and the elderly did not survive. Also the livestock, besides the chicken and geese that hatched after the fog providing them with new chicks. The first few days after the Great Fog was spent on digging mass graves to bury the dead villagers, salting and drying the beef and sheep that had suffocated in the fog and burial of the corpses washed up to the shore. And then, to make clove boats to find help! They knew they had to leave their village to find other survivors and lands. They had all helped in building the boat and preparing for the journey. No one said a word to others. None of them had left while their world was still made up of soil and sands and now they wanted to go out to the sea! They had no idea where they should go and what to look for. It was decided that two of the men should go and the rest stay behind. But none of the men accepted to leave, they would quarrel and fight over it the whole time. As time passed, they had formed three couples, and the man who was the odd one out became the first final candidate to go on the boat. The other three men would not give up their home, land and wives to go out searching for the unknown, even though their boat was ready. They knew leaving their small island and sailing on the impudent sea that had taken over their mountain, was a certain suicide. They didn’t know when the rain would start falling again. They kept pointing at the gathering clouds and postpone their trip to a time when the sky was clearer with less chance of storms. Until the next rain season had started and they had to wait for the dry season and the birth of their babies. The new-born babies forced them to stay in the village, in more isolation and in a forgotten land. The village had to be rebuilt and prepared for the future.