Setting sail on the return home, Villianueva and his crew were excited about reaching the mainland. Upon arrival at La Guaira port in Caracas, it was clear that the mainland was still in a bit of disarray. Buildings, homes and shops that once stood on the edge of the sea were no longer there. After successfully docking the boat, the men not wanting to return separated and went on their way. Villianueva ordered the other crew to return to the boat at sun down. He would then give further instructions. With a nod, all of the men went on their way with some of the island riches in hand. Villianueva, who had no intentions of returning back to the island, went to his home.

Arriving at an empty lot, which used to be his home, he wept in thought that he had lost his family. Villianueva fell to his knees, begging for one last chance to see his family. A passerby stopped and asked if Villianueva was looking for the people who used to live there. Villianueva nodded and the passerby told him that the man of the house died at sea during the storm and that the woman and child now resided with the widow's sister across town. With this news, Villianueva scampered to his feet, thanked the passerby and ran across town to his sister-in-law's home. He excitedly knocked on the door, and to her surprise, his wife answered with a shocked look on her face. Villanueva explained what had happened and explained what he had found on the island. His wife, still in extreme shock, asked him what he planned on doing. Villianueva sighed, and although not wanting to give up the island that was his sanctuary for the last several months, nor the diamonds, he told his wife that he wanted to stay on the mainland and be with his family. His wife asked more details about the island and asked him, "Why not all of us just go there? This place has taken a great loss due to the storm and if there are fortunes to be made, shouldn't we make them?" Villianueva, with a gleam in his eyes, nodded and held his wife in a long embrace.