She took the path to the road and her car. Climbing the path, she turned back to look and realized that from the hill she could see better towards the cape. She stopped. She put down her bag and climbed a rugged rock. She half-closed her eyes and tried to discern any change in the wrinkles of the sea, something floating, nothing. The wind was whistling monotonously in her ears.

He will be on the rocks. We will find him there. Resting on the rocks or returning now that he went against the stream towards the beach. I will look more on the rocks. Leave the open sea. Forget it. It blinds you, it doesn't make sense. If he is in the open sea, he won't be alive. He has no business in the open sea. He always fishes next to the rocks. We will find him. Until we reach the beach, we will find him.