And when I think of that I hate you, I _hate you_!...

You have murdered my son! My only consolation is in the belief that if you have any conscience you will suffer even more than I." Ferragut came out from this horrible scene with the conviction that he would have to go away.

That home was no longer his, neither was his wife his.

The reminder of death filled everything, intervening between him and Cinta, pushing him away, forcing him again on the sea.

His vessel was the only refuge for the rest of his life, and he must resort to it like the great criminals of other centuries who had taken refuge in the isolation of monasteries.
He needed to vent his wrath on somebody, to find some responsible person whom he might blame for his misfortunes.