In the present day, the boys await their rescue as the fog rolls out, revealing an empty sea. Frank wonders aloud whether Thursday really did save his life and whether Thursday hunts with wolves like the bird in the novel.

In a flashback, Chris hunts for Thursday, writes the bird’s name on the beach, and decides that if he isn’t back by the time the letters wash away, he’s dead. The tide rises, washing Thursday’s name away and leaving Chris feeling hallow.

In a rare moment of empathy, Frank attempts to cheer up Chris, and tells Chris about Uncle Jack and how he’d called to invite him to go sailing with his brother. He’d gone because was curious and needed to know how he compared. They both decide that they’re happy they went sailing with Uncle Jack, and that he’d be happy with the outcome, too.

They dance around the wooden saint, yelp, and are happy that they’ll be rescued. Even Frank is a believer now. He has cut his hair and is all smiles and cheers as he dances beside his brother.

That night, they can’t sleep. Only one day remains until their rescue.