"As the waves, which had grown smaller by the early morning hours, gently lapped against the shore, Ausar thought it wouldn’t be difficult to land. After rowing for a while longer, he placed the oars in the boat and caught his breath. He was now very close to the shore. Grabbing the side of his now much slower boat with one hand, he jumped into the now shallow sea. Suddenly, he was knee-deep in water. - 'Ugh, how cold it is!' Ausar shivered. Although the waters of the Red Sea rarely get cold, even in winter, for some reason, they sent a chill through his bones. As he began to shiver, Ausar muttered to himself, - 'This is what happens when you’re tired and hungry.' All he could think about now was getting ashore and resting. As soon as he jumped into the water, he grabbed the stern of his inherited boat and began to push with all his might. Slowly, he pushed his boat toward the shore over the crystal-clear turquoise waters. The small waves that kept hitting the shore helped him along the way. Just as he had thought, with their help, Ausar managed to get his boat onto the shore and paused briefly to catch his breath. In this suffocating heat, he was still shivering, oddly enough, perhaps from hunger and exhaustion, perhaps from a sleepless night, or perhaps from being soaked up to his knees."