Chapter 383
Although the flow was gentle, it was enough to meet their daily needs, because it had accumulated over a long period.
For drinking, boiling the water here in a pot would render it potable.
Now that fresh water was secured, they should began thinking about food.
Despite the island’s good location, the creatures from the sea would not always stay here. Milly expended substantial time and effort, only to find several sea snails and mussels, without seeing any small fish.
“Is this truly the case?” she murmured to herself, “Who said here was a rich material island? Has my brother been cheated by the seller?”
Maybe the remoteness of this island and the precipices were the reasons, which also led to the absence of the director’s fixed camera.
At least William still had some food, which were just enough for Milly to endure the day.
“In the afternoon, I will strolled to the opposite side of the island to look for food. If no food found, I must produce a piscine snare.”
Determined to retreat, Milly was poised to turn around. Still then, an eerie resonance suddenly arose beneath the cliffs,
accompanied by a faint hum. It was not loud but unpleasant.
What could this portend?
Out of curiosity, Milly slowly descended the crags to scrutinise below. There was a small shark ensnared between two huge rocks. It looked only about one meter long and seemed born not long ago.
Now, its head was ensnared in a ragged fishing net.
Clearly distressed, it had likely leaped into the crevice out of panic, only to get trapped on the jagged rocks, now marked with scars.
Milly compressed her lips, deep in thought.
Should I go or free it?
With any other creatures, she would act with unswerving resolve, for each life bore significance. Yet, this was a great white shark-the fiercest creature of the ocean, held in awe and fear by all.
Even as a baby, its mother, the powerful predator, was likely nearby. If she reached down and get pulled in, her chances of survival would drop to zero. After thinking it over…
Forget it. Survival of the fittest is nature’s way. There’s no need to risk myself here. Besides, there are no cameras around. If I fall, no one will come to save me.
Milly started to leave but hesitated when she noticed the small shark wedged in the rocks had seen her.
It became more frantic, its tiny eyes locked onto her, begging for help. But the more it struggled, the more it bled, seemingly unaware of its pain. It was desperately trying to get her attention, perhaps knowing this was its only chance to be saved.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
Looking into its eyes, Milly was reminded of her younger brother back at the orphanage- his hopeful, yet longing gaze…
He had promised to return, and even as a child, he believed he could. He was willing to take risks in the unknown, hoping one day he’d be brave enough to come back for her.
For her, escaping was never something she could do alone!
Realizing this, Milly took a deep breath. “Alright, fine. You win.”
The rocks here were steep and slippery, some covered with moss, with no safety measures. Below was nothing but the deep, dark ocean.
One wrong step on the moss, and she could easily slip into the depths, with no way out.
Milly moved cautiously, gripping the rock cracks with her fingers to avoid slipping. She carefully stood on a small stone at the bottom, barely big enough to support half her foot.
Wobbling in the air, she had to act quickly.
“Little shark, stay still, and I’ll get you out, okay?”
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
Whether the baby shark understood her or not, it suddenly stopped struggling and stayed quietly, its sad eyes watching her.
“Good shark,” Milly murmured as she looked around for a way to free it.
Even though it was just a baby, this small shark was still a big challenge for her, especially in her current dangerous position, relying on the rock for balance.
Milly reached out, trying to pull the small shark by its tail, but it was too slippery-she couldn’t get a grip or use any strength.
“You’re too heavy, little shark! I can’t pull you!” she said.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
The baby shark whimpered pitifully.
“Okay, here’s the plan: don’t worry about the pain. Stay still in this net, and I’ll lift you out with it, then throw you into the sea over there. Once you’re in the sea, I’ll help you out of the net, alright?”
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
Milly gently patted its head, feeling its trust, and sighed in relief. “Good shark.”
With that, she leaned further down, grabbing a corner of the fishing net floating on the sea’s surface, and slowly started to pull…
The method worked; she managed to lift the baby shark completely, like hauling a big catfish caught in a net.
It was much heavier than she had imagined, many times over.
Milly bit her lip, using every bit of her strength to lift it barely above the water. “Good, just stay still… almost there, almost…”
Her entire focus was on her hands; if the baby shark moved even a little, she might be pulled into the sea…
But she had come this far, and there was no turning back.
Gritting her teeth, she prayed everything would go smoothly.
It’s okay, almost there, just a little more…
The baby shark seemed to understand her, staying perfectly still in the net, letting her move it as needed…