The water, red with blood, is still. From time to time shark tails are seen circling around the drowning site still attacking the remains of the corpses left floating on the water.
With the rest of his strength, Yehoshua raises his hand towards the soldiers of the Egyptian guard ship and greets them in Arabic. He glances at the small Jordanian flag flying above the mast of their small yacht. This is their only insurance policy against a similar fate to that of their friends. The sailors of the Egyptian guard ship wave back to him and as they pass him, among the remains of the catamaran boat, the commander of the guard ship shouts at him.
COMMANDER OF THE GUARD SHIP
Al Yahud! (These are Jews)
He points with his toe downwards, as if he were an emperor in ancient Rome deciding the fates of gladiators in the Colosseum. The horrors that Yehoshua went through in the last few days completely drained his mental strength and now, when he lost Eli and his family, the best of his friends, without being able to do anything, he discovered that he can no longer smile and play the game. with a last superhuman effort and with a gloomy face, Yehoshua shouts.
YEHOSHUA
Al Yahud. (The jews)
He shows the Egyptian officer his toe tilted down. So he stands there for a long time looking at the red water, lost, until the Egyptian guard ship moves away completely and the sharks' tails disappear from the waterline.