(screaming) Mother! Mother, forgive me!

(shouting from offstage) Captain! The ship is cracking! A wave like a mountain is coming!

(sadly, to Mande Rubayah) Forgive me, old mother. I cannot disobey him.

(The ship sails away. Mande Rubayah raises both hands to the sky.)

(entering, voice trembling) Malin… my son. Is that really you? I have searched for you every day since you left. I sold my sarong to pray for your safety. Look at me — I am your mother.

(kneeling) Malin, if you deny me in front of heaven and earth, may you be cursed. May you turn to stone for your heart of stone.

(smirking) Exactly, Tembaga. My husband comes from a noble line in a faraway city. This woman is clearly lying. Let’s go before the crowd gathers.

(irritated) These beggars have no shame. Tell her I have no time for her nonsense. I am a wealthy merchant, not her lost son. My mother died years ago, poor and forgotten.