If it weren't for the lifebuoy of the catamaran boat, he wouldn't have been able to cross the two kilometers in rough seas. Eliran swims beside him all the time. Yehoshua already wants to get on the breakwater, but Eliran signals him no and continues to swim while turning to the left and swimming along the length of the breakwater. It seems that the road is getting longer and longer without end. A feeling of helplessness suddenly takes over Yehoshua, who is only twenty meters away from the breakwater. He is willing to risk climbing on it, despite high waves crashing on it. Eliran notices that it is difficult for Yehoshua to accept her decision and therefore she approaches him, clings to him with her body and hugs him, looking into his eyes with concern. She signals him with her finger to swim after her and not to give up. She is also very cold and her teeth tremble in the dark.
Another twenty-five minutes of physical pain and tremendous mental effort pass until suddenly Eliran cuts to the right, pulls the wheel with one hand and Yehoshua with it, approaching the breakwater. Yehoshua holds on to the lifeboat with his leftover strength on to the lifebuoy and is tired of rowing with his free hand. They reach the rocks of the breakwater. Surprisingly, the currents are weak and the waves are tiny. They climb the breakwater, find themselves between large rocks. Yehoshua turns over and lies on his back between two flat rocks, panting and panting heavily. Eliran insists on checking the wound on his leg. Since when she healed him with her power, the wound kept shrinking and within about three days it had completely coagulated. In the end, she knew, only a small, imperceptible scar would remain of the ugly wound. Eliran hides the lifebuoy between two rocks in what she thinks is a dead spot for those looking from the breakwater. After resting for a few minutes, Eliran got up.