Senhet's group reached the shores of the sea, a tired, bedraggled lot. Food was scarce, and settlements on the way were not too friendly. Some had been downright hostile, and they had taken care to move quickly away whenever they were clearly not welcome.

They wandered along the coast a few days before they came upon a busy little village of fisherfolk. The chief of the village, a grizzled, merry little old man told Senhet he and his folk would be welcome to the south end of sloping land outside the village boundary, and the sea, he said, smiling, had enough food for all. Of course, Senhet would see to it that no fights were started from his side, and he, Malolek, would see that his young men kept their peace.

Senhet's little group thrived, and they learnt to maneouvre the boats in the ocean. The women of the village showed the newcomers where the fresh water springs were, that would sustain them all year round. These were valuable resources and were closely guarded and monitored, each settlement in the area having their own little spring or well.

Jbeil, or Byblos, was the place where Senhet's people had settled. It was a beautiful land, and the sea had enough sustenance for their community.