Ikaria and Abel landed in the water. They tried to fight the strong waves of the sea. The sky was cloudy and a storm continued to trouble them. Ikaria tightened her grip on the pot and put it close to her. Abel grabbed Ikaria's hand and then held her from her waist. He cut the water with his free hand.
"What should we do?" Abel shouted.
"I don't think we will be able to swim,"
No matter where they revolved their head, they were not able to spot anything that was floating above the water. From all corners, they were surrounded by water.
"Release the soul," Abel suggested.
"Maybe he could do something,"
Abel had Ikaria closer to him, she rested her body on Abel and opened the lid of the pot. The soul came out of the pot with the chain. Ikaria grabbed the chain. The soul revolved his head and then looked down at Ikaria and Abel.
"Help us," Ikaria said.
