Three days later.
The wind direction had not changed yet, so Norton Jarvis and Shiqi could only temporarily stay on this nameless island. Fortunately, Shiqi understood herbal medicine, and although Norton's wound couldn't be healed for the time being, at least it wasn't getting worse.
"What are you going to do?"
"Fishing!" As she spoke, Shiqi shook the wooden bucket she was holding and then the fishing rod in her hand.
This wooden house was built a long time ago, and many people had come here for refuge over the years, leaving behind many useful things. The simple fishing rod was something Shiqi found rummaging through the wooden house.
"You probably won't catch anything," Norton said.
"The eels left by previous people were probably caught using this, right?"
"That was just luck, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. You have to set a long line to catch eels. Come on, let's go to the motorboat to see if we can find our fishing rod."
