I looked at the starry sky, and for the first time, my thoughts broke free from the shackles of the world and the tense survival crisis, and flew to this silent and vast universe. My heart had never been so calm.

This is a kind of relief.

I know very well that this is an emotion released by the psychological self-protection mechanism, which makes me no longer afraid when I am on the verge of despair, and even begins to look forward to death.

However, this kind of thinking may weaken our desire to survive! But who can assert that people will not go somewhere else after death?

If the law of conservation of energy is absolutely correct, then people can also exist as energy bodies, and they will not be destroyed after death, but will continue to exist in another form of energy, right?

Shouldn't we be surprised by this? People start from a cell and can develop into a complex life form in just ten months.

If we look at it from a microscopic perspective, the process of life development is no less than a cosmic war and evolution.

With such a complex creative process, how can life be meaningless?

Are we going to disappear so easily in this lonely sea?

I closed my eyes, trying to retract my scattered thoughts and concentrate on dealing with the crisis in front of me, so as not to be dragged into the abyss by such thoughts and never be able to cheer up again.

I stood up and adjusted the roof of the raincoat, making it high on one side and low on the other, tilted at a 45-degree angle, so that the fog collected at night can accumulate in the lower place.

Catherine and Zhu Ya had just drunk water and eaten an energy bar, but they did not cheer up as before, but lay there like two salted fish, motionless, eyes open, staring at the night sky dully.

I think Catherine and Zhu Ya may have been affected by the emotion I just had, and even more seriously! They kept muttering in their mouths that maybe there really are gods and immortals, and the world is hell, and they can reach the paradise after death.

After saying these words, Catherine and Zhu Ya showed a look of relief and "enlightenment" on their faces. Compared with the harsh environment, psychological destruction is more fatal to us now.

The wind stopped, and the dark sea was dead silent, without any sound, even the sound of the waves and the wind disappeared.

I think a normal person's dream should not be so empty, right?

The brain lacks more environmental information feedback, which makes people feel lonely and fearful. The unreal feeling, like a dream, lingers in our minds again.

This feeling is particularly terrible, especially since we have been drifting for so long.

This dreamlike feeling makes us begin to doubt whether we have died long ago, and everything now is just our souls drifting on the sea.

Whenever this feeling comes, I will touch the skin, lips and facial features of the two women and listen to their breathing.

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This real information is fed back to the brain, prompting our body to produce physiological reactions, so as to confirm that we really exist.

But I didn't continue to do anything with Catherine and Zhu Ya, because our current physical strength and condition could not support what we wanted to do.

Just then, something hit our ship, making a slight collision sound on the starboard side.

It was definitely not a fish, because the sound was too obvious, and it was definitely not coming from the bottom of the water, but the sound of a floating object hitting it.

I immediately went to the starboard side to check!

I found the location where the sound came from, and in the night, I saw a group of floating objects with feathers.

This was definitely not seaweed or other debris, and those things would not make a sound when they hit the ship.

I subconsciously thought that this might be the body of a bird.

So I quickly reached down, grabbed its soft feathers, and pulled it out of the sea.

"What is it?"

Zhu Ya and Catherine also came over, they were full of curiosity, and didn't notice that their soft and elastic breasts were pressed against my left and right arms.

I didn't care about the wonderful feeling of skin-to-skin contact, and threw the thing I picked up onto the deck, making a dull sound.

With the bright moonlight, we finally saw the true face of this guy, it was a big bird.

From the striking red throat sac on its neck, it can be seen that this pheasant-like guy is a male frigate bird!

"It's a bird! It's a seabird! Uncle, didn't you say that if we see a bird, we can find the island?" Zhu Ya said excitedly.

Catherine was also excited, and the empty eyes just now became bright. Obviously, this bird gave them hope!

I carefully examined the body of the frigate bird and did not find any wounds. My heart sank to the bottom of the valley, because the most worried thing happened!

This is a frigate bird that died of exhaustion.

The frigate bird is a bird with extremely strong flying ability, usually only active around the island.

Moreover, unlike other seabirds, it can rush into the water at high speed to catch fish for food, but is used to snatching food from the mouths or nests of other seabirds for a living, so it has the title of "seabird bandit".

This habit is mainly due to the lack of oil in its feathers, which makes it difficult to dry once it gets wet.

Therefore, I speculated two possibilities: first, the frigate bird's feathers were wet by the rain, and it could not fly back to its habitat, so it died of exhaustion on the way; second, the frigate bird was completely lost!

The former situation is still optimistic, because it proves that there are indeed islands nearby. But if it is the latter, it means that there are no islands within at least 500 nautical miles nearby!

"Yes, this proves that there will be islands nearby!"

I did not tell Catherine and Zhu Ya, who were full of expectations, about the worst possibility, so as not to dampen their desire to survive.

"Great, let's take turns on duty now, so as not to miss the islands we pass by!" Zhu Ya suggested.

Catherine also nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then I'd like to trouble you two to take the shift first, how about that?"

I know they must not be able to sleep now, so why not let them take duty first.Catherine and Zhu Ya readily agreed.

And I went back to the cabin with mixed feelings and lay down to rest. In fact, I also had difficulty falling asleep at this time. Like the past few days, I fell into deep thought again.

When drifting on the sea, the most abundant thing is time.

I can have enough time to review my past life, even to the feeling of the first kiss with my first love.

This kind of memory, like a replay of death, can make people constantly reflect and feel whether their life is fulfilling.

If you are not a person with rich experience, it doesn’t take seven or eight days at all. Just one day will have nothing worth remembering.

Like most urban people, living mechanically and numbly has long erased the meaning of life, and the memories before death are blank.

Such people often feel extremely regretful before they die, and feel that they live like poultry.

But I have no regrets. Because people like me have long put life and death aside.

I have experienced countless escapes from death in my life, and every time I survived, I regarded it as an extra gift from the god of death.

So, like other mercenaries on the battlefield, I would party every time I was out of the war, and live my life in every possible way without any regrets.