Coming out of the tunnels, Marija, Pawlu, and Isaac found themselves at a secluded part of the shoreline, facing a sheer cliff with no way forward. The sea lapped gently at the rocks, a stark contrast to their racing hearts.
Noticing a ġostra pole, traditionally used in Maltese festivals, extending out over the water. With the Ottomans closing in on them the kids had two choices: