When I saw the cargo ship I didnt dare to believe my eyes. I could not count the amount of hallucinations I had that days; so I was too afraid it was just another wishful thinking. Strangely I was not happy when they rescued me. I was only astonished, totally exhausted. First I couldnt say a word and a couple of hours later I couldnt stop talking. Not that it was anything interesting... I think I was talking gibberish, mostly about Jóannis. It took me a long time to make clear Jóannis didnt die during the storm. Why was a girl like me sailing alone in such dangerous waters with a vessel like Gerbreyta? There was no acceptable explanation. They will never understand.