The boat is chaotic and people are pushing into one another. Someone is shoved out of the way by a crewman and thanfully someone helps her up. In the chaos of the boat it's impossible to hear the villagers still on shore, despite the fact that the ship is still docked. But the dragon's roars are something that the people will be hearing for years to come. Near Felda, there's a shriek. "Mayim!!" A woman shoves herself toward the side of the boat nearest the dock. "Cast off!" the captain bellowed in a deep voice. "Cast off for God's sake!" "Mayim! Mayim! We can't leave yet!" A sailor grips the distraught woman's shoulders. "She's dead. We have to go now or the dragons will kill us too." Felda took the woman's hand and squeezed it. "My Joran will look out for her in Paradise." The woman who Felda did not recognize buried her face in Felda's shoulder and sobbed. It was a pain and a relief when they could no longer see the burning coast and when the sky was black with storm it was still better than the orange. Four passengers and one crew member fell out in the storm. Most of the rest died from disease. When they finally were in the harbor, the woman, whose name Felda had found out was Nadila was her only family. The guards of the city would only let the captain in and he promised them all he would find a way to get them all into this new land. For ten days they waited. People speared what fish they could. Some people jumped into the water, some wishing to swim in and sneak past the all-seeing guards. Some...who did not swim. Felda and Nadila told each other stories of their children, their husbands, their villages. On the eleventh day, they were finally taken in. The port city was alive and bustling and the language they spoke was indecipherable. Felda clung to Nadila's bony hand. They were searched for weapons and put into new clothes. They were pointed toward where the monks gave out soup for charity, and that was all the help the guards gave them. The soup was salty and watery. It made Felda cough but she devoured it ravenously, then coaxed Nadila into eating. "It's disgusting," nadila said. felda laughed and nodded. Gerog and Jamiya, a couple from the ship came over and sat with them, and soon a few more. They were not all from the same village, but that had stopped mattering a long time ago. They had shared in the ship, and they shared in the knowledge that there was no home to return to. The monks offer to teach them the language. It is confusing and a little chaotic, but they've realized now how important it is to help each other. Despite being off the ship improving most people's health, Nadila gets worse and worse. And when she dies, the people burn her body on a pyre. And so Nadila will be home with her daughter and Felda's son. and with everyone else the dragons took.
