The Prophet and his son's canoe began to drift away from the island; the two of them paddled furiously, circumnavigating the area, as the silhouette of the island became increasingly indistinct.
When the dangerous island had vanished into the night and the sea, at that moment, with the sea calm and the waves gentle, the father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yarlessto sat in the canoe, now briefly putting down his paddle, recalling previous events and then frustratingly clutching his forehead.
"Father…this is my fault…I don't know why, but that singing influenced my emotions."
Yarlessto confided, his voice filled with remorse.
"The Sea Demon represents life's temptations, and clearly, you lack the ability to resist them."
Al also finally let go of his worries; naturally, he wouldn't miss this opportunity to teach his eldest son a lesson.
"No, it's not that I lack the ability to resist temptation!"
