So now, the two ships were fast ahead towards Komola. There was no way to slow down and the crew rejoiced with undying happiness. The waves crashed onto them but the spiritual wind pushed the sails towards Komola. Cpt. Narwat screamed and danced without caring of how much rum he spilled. Even the slaves from Kagoz felt like kings and cried tears of happiness. The crew members removed every bit of meat left in the go-down to prepare a giant feast and all members of both ships threw slangs of joy at each other.
The sun was going down and the waves only got rough. Komola was now in eye sight distance. The lights from the top of the towers mixed with the stars and they could hear the gleefully loud laughs of the beautiful women on the shore. So much hardwork and toil and miserable hungry days were now like a fable that got lost in time. Even the sick were dancing like young adults and the deck was once again full of life.
As night fall upon the two ships it looked as of there were no men and only dragon flies. Each one of the members had a smile so bright on their face that the moon felt shy. The wind carried the ships against the wish of the gods and the might of the waves. The ships reflected the perseverance of the crew.
Komola was here. The ships beached and the ladders cane down. The world that surrounded them was filled with joy and celebrated ecstatically. Down came the members and received hugs and kisses from the finest virgins of Komola. They drank the cleanest water and the coldest beers. They ate the biggest lambs and took home the plumpest girls. Life was good.