The rogue wave came and went as suddenly as it arrived, disappearing as quietly as it had come.
Without any dramatic exit, it vanished as if it had never been there, leaving only a wrecked ship drifting slowly on the sea.
Black Glasses noticed that as the waves receded, the ship had been reset to automatic pilot. The group rested for a while, tidying up the scattered belongings inside the cabin.
The tables and chairs in the ship were reinforced and integrated with the floor, so there was no damage.
However, the backpacks, bowls, and chopsticks were truly huddled together on the floor. If the bowls weren't made of metal, they might have experienced the feeling of the Little Mermaid stepping on knife blades.
Zhang Qiling also wanted to help, but as the only injured person (his palm), he was cruelly stripped of his right to move things.
Wu Tianzhen happened to find a fishing rod among the equipment and, without a second thought, handed it to the bewildered Zhang Qiling, sending him to the bow to fish.
Upon seeing this, Fatty happily declared that after the big waves, many deep-sea fish would surely be brought up. He urged Zhang Qiling to work hard and try to secure several days' worth of ingredients with this catch.
After watching Zhang Qiling fish, they all went back to tidying the cabin, and not one of them remembered that fishing required bait.
At this moment, Black Glasses seemed to suddenly recall their dwindling camaraderie. He rummaged through the trash can of his heart and found some affection, then grinned and brought Zhang Qiling a box of "bait."
Why the quotation marks? Because the "bait" was actually the ash from the burnt meat residue that had just been swept up in the cabin.
Zhang Qiling: ...
There was indeed no special bait prepared on the ship, and it would be a waste to use precious food for fishing.
This was the situation, but Zhang Qiling still decided to ignore Black Glasses' "kindness."
So, after some time passed, the three of them remembered the quiet Zhang Qiling who was fishing. When they went to the bow to look for him—
They saw that Zhang Qiling was surrounded by a mountain of oddly shaped fish. He himself was staring intently at the sea surface, and as soon as he saw any abnormal ripple, he instantly unleashed the deterrence of his Qilin tattoo!
The fishing rod was like lightning, flicking into the water. The hook at the end had, at some point, been replaced by Zhang Qiling with a grappling hook!
The fish, stunned by the Qilin tattoo and floating belly-up on the surface, were precisely caught and pulled up by the grappling hook. In an instant, Zhang Qiling's fishing efficiency became strangely high.
Wu Tianzhen and Fatty: ...
After a calm calculation, they realized that not only would they have enough ingredients for the next few days, but they might even be able to bring a lot of fish ashore to sell, thus embarking on the peak of their lives by relying on Zhang Qiling's fishing.
Black Glasses was almost dying of laughter. He pretended to search through the pile of fish, pulled out a bright red starfish, and made a gesture of crowning Zhang Qiling, about to place the starfish on Zhang Qiling's beloved hood.
Zhang Qiling dodged.
He finally withdrew his attention from his fishing endeavors and gave Black Glasses a blank look.
The two exchanged words through their eyes, and Wu Tianzhen and Fatty, struck by inspiration at that moment, rushed forward to collect the innocent fish.
Sure enough, in the next second, the two of them started fighting.
...It wasn't really a fight. Black Glasses still held the unlucky starfish, grinning and dedicated to pressing it onto Zhang Qiling's head.
For Zhang Qiling, this was a battle to protect his hood!
Wu Tianzhen: ...
"Fatty, why don't we just go cook the fish?" Wu Tianzhen said coolly and ruthlessly. Although he was the youngest, at this moment, young Wu sincerely felt his mature demeanor.
"With one blind and one mute, let them play."
Fatty stifled a laugh and nodded. He had spotted a large mackerel in the pile of fish and was thinking of making dumplings.
But as he bent down to rummage, trying to find that unfortunate mackerel, something not quite right, shimmering with scales, emerged from the fish pile?!
...What is this thing? Octopus brother?
Fatty thought indifferently and casually pulled the thing out. But as he did, the strange texture made him perk up!
Upon closer inspection, in the sunlight, the thing turned out to be a human hand?!