Talking about the bamboo raft incident, the emotions of the several girls visibly became low.
"We also don't know what happened. Everything was fine at first, and suddenly, we encountered big waves..."
"It seems like we weren't far from the shore, and the wind direction changed suddenly, no longer blowing towards the shore."
"I felt the flow of seawater over there was a bit strange..."
"There are many hidden reefs in that area..."
The girls were chattering incessantly. I listened with confusion.
The direction of ocean currents and wind is a complex science, either complicated enough to be studied by scientists for a lifetime or simplified by the influence of factors such as ocean currents, temperature, salinity, topography, and tides. The recent events had too many possibilities, and with my knowledge, I couldn't make a precise judgment. Therefore, what we could ascertain now was only that leaving here on a bamboo raft seemed to be very dangerous!
After reaching this conclusion, the atmosphere cooled to freezing point. Li Lin, Black Spice Girl, and others appeared somewhat desperate. Over this period, although everyone had experienced many difficulties, there was always a glimmer of hope deep in their hearts – the hope of building a bamboo raft and leaving the island. Now, with that hope shattered, they were dealt a significant blow. I turned away from them; although I couldn't see their expressions, the silent atmosphere made me feel uneasy, very worried about them.
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"Could it be that we'll never be able to leave this deserted island? It's better to die than to live like this!" Li Lin suddenly hugged herself, crying aloud.
Usually gentle Su Jie and Xu Rong, who was close to Li Lin, surprisingly didn't console her. On the beach, there was only the sound of waves and Li Lin's crying, creating an atmosphere of sadness and despair. I couldn't help but turn around to see several girls with looks of despair, staring blankly at the sky, their eyes vacant, speechless. In this state, they seemed a bit resigned.
Feeling very anxious, I knew that to survive on this deserted island, we needed great courage. If everyone embraced a mentality of resignation, we would likely head towards death quickly. I forced a smile and said to them, "Don't be too disheartened. In fact, we still have hope with the bamboo raft. It might be a seasonal issue. Perhaps, just now, when we left the island, we encountered the sea monsoon. If we build another bamboo raft, maybe next time we can leave."
My words were evidently a bit forced, but at the moment, their hearts could only rely on my words. This was the last thread of hope in our hearts. They subconsciously chose to believe in my words. I knew that doing this might be like drinking poison to quench one's thirst, but for now, we could only proceed this way, hoping everyone would slowly regain their spirits.
"Anyway, let's survive on this island for now! Only by surviving can we have a chance to figure out a way to leave!" Although the weather remained cold, signs of warming were already present. Despite losing a significant amount of supplies just now, I believed the days ahead wouldn't be too difficult.
The seasons changed quickly on this island, and spring was approaching. However, precisely because of this, I couldn't calm down. The words Peggy wrote in the letter weighed on my mind, making me feel troubled, worried, and even a bit fearful.
"Spring will bring a storm of blood and violence." What on earth did that mean?