There's something wrong with me

"Someone's injured?"

"Sounds like it's on the other side..."

The young man's shout attracted the attention of two sailors on the other side.

They rushed over and saw Zhang Feng half-supported on the young man's shoulder.

"Boss Zhang."

They knew Zhang Feng was a guest on the ship.

"Where are you hurt?"

One of them directly asked the key question.

"Right leg."

Zhang Feng pointed.

"Okay."

The two sailors didn't waste any words.

They avoided Zhang Feng's 'injured' leg, and then, one on each side, they half-carried and half-dragged Zhang Feng away.

Whoosh—

The wind and waves on the sea continued to churn.

In the swaying process of being half-lifted and half-dragged by the three, Zhang Feng quickly arrived on the small boat.

This also belonged to the fishing boat, accompanying the big ship for hunting.

Zhang Feng saw that it was eight meters long, with a slightly crowded cabin in the middle, containing many facilities.

But despite being crowded, as long as people stood in the gaps between these fixed facilities, it could easily accommodate the dozen or so people who came down from the big ship.

Swish—

Arriving in the cabin, Zhang Feng sat between two large cabinets, and then shook the cabinets on both sides vigorously, but they didn't budge, with a circle of shock-resistant bolts fixed below.

For a moment, Zhang Feng leaned against the wall behind him, with objects blocking him on the 'left, right, and back' three sides, feeling very safe.

"Is there anyone else on board?"

At this moment, outside the cabin of the small boat, a sailor was still shouting towards the big ship with a loudspeaker.

"No need to shout."

The old captain, who was getting on in years, counted the people and saw that everyone was there.

Both of these fishing boats belonged to him.

Afterward, although the old captain's eyes were full of reluctance and pain, he quickly said to the helmsman: "Son, go quickly! 'Skinny Pole' is going down!"

"Everyone sit tight!"

Although the helmsman knew that he couldn't accelerate in the storm, there was a large ship about to sink next to them.

If they didn't leave, they would likely be 'swept' into the sea, or collide in the swaying waves.

So, after thinking it over, he chose to risk accelerating.

Splash—

The small boat shuttled through the storm.

This feeling was not exciting, but a kind of terror of being overturned at any time.

But soon, when they were slightly away from the big ship's area.

The helmsman stopped in fear and trepidation, and told the crew to quickly close the windows and other positions, and take safety measures.

He then judged the wind direction and position, and prepared to deviate from the course, so as not to be blown into the eye of the storm.

'The helmsman has a lot of nautical experience.'

Zhang Feng watched him busily, 'After the danger is over, I can learn from him, it's always good to have more skills...'

'The ship is sinking...'

The other crew members were reinforcing the doors and windows while watching the 'Skinny Pole' tilting in the waves in the distance.

Splash—

With several more waves crashing, it accelerated its sinking speed.

"Ah... old brother..."

The old captain was very uncomfortable, staring blankly.

The helmsman looked at the old captain, feeling a pang in his heart, 'My dad is getting old too, going to sea every day isn't a good thing... Now that the ship has sunk, it's good, he can rest at home.

When this is over, I'll sell the small boat and find a job.'

'I guess I'm going to be unemployed...'

Another crew member looked around, thinking about a way out.

'Will we survive?'

The other tourists were going to sea for the first time, and were filled with an unknown fear of such a wild scene.

For a time, everyone had different thoughts, making the cabin very silent, with only the clicking sound of the doors and windows being reinforced, and the booming sound of the storm outside.

Zhang Feng squeezed in again, wanting to be a little transparent person before his strength recovered.

...

Whirr—

The small boat rushed through the waves for most of the night.

Everyone was not in the mood to sleep, and were anxiously waiting for the storm to pass as soon as possible.

Some people were taking out their new smartphones to send messages outside, but there was no signal now.

"Doesn't the ship have satellite phones or other communication facilities?"

Someone asked the old captain in a low voice, "We can call for help."

"The big ship has it."

The helmsman answered for the old captain, "But..."

The helmsman looked at his silent father, didn't say words like 'sunk', but got up again and looked through the crack in the door at the dark stormy night,

"Even if we can call for help now, I don't know where we've drifted to, let's talk about it when it's clear and bright."

The atmosphere in the cabin was沉闷.

Zhang Feng didn't speak either, but silently practiced hard qigong.

But the next second.

The hull suddenly heaved violently.

Zhang Feng reacted quickly, and hurriedly supported the cabinets on both sides with his hands to avoid being thrown out, but then he felt a burst of dizziness...

...

"Boss Zhang? Boss Zhang? Wake up..."

'Is... someone calling me?'

Zhang Feng opened his eyes and saw the helmsman calling him.

He was now lying on the ground.

Behind the helmsman was the sky that had already brightened, and the dazzling sun, and the boat was no longer shaking.

That's not right!

Zhang Feng exerted force with his palm, grabbing a piece of sand.

This was not on the boat.

Zhang Feng subconsciously got up and looked around, seeing that this was an island.

"It's good that you're okay."

The helmsman breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Boss Zhang wake up, and explained: "The boat capsized in the middle of the night yesterday.

We..."

He pointed around.

Zhang Feng saw that some people were still unconscious on the beach, and were being rescued by the crew and other tourists.

Some people had already drowned, and their pale bodies were moved to the shade under a tree.

The old captain sat dejectedly next to the stranded boat.

The small boat was already damaged, and the bottom made of galvanized sheet material had a large tear torn by the reef.

Zhang Feng only glanced at it a few times, and then his vision was blocked by a rough hand.

"Do you still recognize me?"

The helmsman saw that Zhang Feng hadn't been speaking, so he reached out and waved in front of Zhang Feng's face.

"First Mate."

Zhang Feng called him First Mate in his memory.

"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you haven't gone crazy..."

The helmsman breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that now that one less person could die, one less person could go crazy, it was his greatest comfort.

"Eat something."

The helmsman took out a bag of biscuits from his pocket, "There's still a little material in the boat, enough for the rest of us to eat for three days."

"Yeah."

Zhang Feng didn't refuse and ate the biscuits silently.

"Is your phone still there?"

The helmsman asked.

"Phone?"

Zhang Feng looked at the wrinkled clothes on his body, rummaged through them twice, "I guess it fell into the sea."

"Ah..."

The helmsman sighed, "Only two phones have been found now, but they're both broken, and there's no way to call for help."

He pointed around, "There are no traces of human habitation on the island, and now that the boat is broken... Now it seems that we're going to stay on this island for a while..."

The helmsman's words were a realistic portrayal of the present.

Soon, Zhang Feng saw that after everyone gathered, they were all so dejected.

Because, generally speaking, desert island survival is very simple, including many people who want to try it, thinking it's very fun.

But when it really happens, especially now looking around, the vast feeling of the sea is really psychologically very depressing.

Not to mention that this island is not small, about fifty miles in radius.

Who knows if there are any beasts inside.

However.

Zhang Feng was happy.

'I originally thought that this adventure type was a "raft survival" at sea.'

'Now it seems that it's more like "Robinson Crusoe".'

Unlike the entanglement and despair of the others.

Zhang Feng felt that 'professionalism is right' at the moment he saw this desert island.

Because he had watched a lot of survival videos!

In addition, the last adventure world was the border.

In order to exercise his survival skills, Zhang Feng often consulted some locals.

The strong knowledge base reserves made Zhang Feng full of confidence in this adventure experience!

Zhang Feng's kind of happiness.

It's like taking an exam at school, opening the test paper and seeing that all the test questions he memorized last night.

Thus.

Zhang Feng quickly had a plan,

'Taking advantage of the professionalism, my survival pressure should be relatively small in these few months.

Furthermore, there are still nine people now.

As long as I can gather their strength, do some farming construction, and stabilize the daily supply.

I may be able to free up a lot of time to go through my martial arts well.'

The more Zhang Feng thought about it, the more confident he became,

'Then, in the time I rest from practicing martial arts, I can also learn swimming and other knowledge, so that I can be prepared for the future, so as not to really have a legendary high seas era of "Pirates of the Caribbean".'

After Zhang Feng determined the plan, he said to the somewhat dejected crowd:

"I have adventured in forests such as overseas before, and I have experience in what plants can be eaten, or seawater distillation treatment, and hunting.

As long as there is food on the island, there are animals, and there are fish in the sea, then our survival is not a problem.

We can completely wait for rescue without worry.

Of course, the premise of these is that everyone works together."

"You have experience?"

The helmsman looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

I didn't expect that this Boss Zhang had also played on the border.

"Damn! Really, brother? Then I can count on you!"

The rest of the people's flustered minds stabilized a little.

Zhang Feng's confident words undoubtedly gave them a tranquilizer in despair.

...

"Quick, quick, quick... Brother Zhang said we need to add water... The leaves can't be placed too high..."

Under the trend of common survival.

In less than an hour, they built a simple 'distiller'.

Fortunately, someone's lighter could be used, so there was no need for the slow 'solar distillation method'.

Of course, the helmsman and others often come into contact with the sea, so they will naturally distill.

But Zhang Feng will see what kind of fruit can be eaten, and what cannot be eaten.

There is also the hunting of small animals on the island.

In the afternoon of the same day.

Zhang Feng's legs also recovered, gaining additional choices.

[1: Constitution + 1]

[2: Digestion and absorption + 100 grams]

[3: Eight Steps Catching Cicadas]

Perhaps it was a rare reward, and the attribute points were added a lot.

But 3 is martial arts.

Zhang Feng chose 3 without hesitation.

Then Zhang Feng didn't delay, while reading the martial arts introduction, he took everyone to hunt.

...

That night.

Reflecting the moonlight on the sea.

Zhang Feng brought a few people back from the forest, holding two wild chickens in his hands.

The people behind were carrying a deer, and they were also carrying a lot of 'wild vegetables' tied with grass ropes on their backs.

"Brother Zhang is awesome!"

After they came back, they began to tell everyone about Zhang Feng's hunting level, which was really like a sharpshooter on TV.

This undoubtedly gave everyone another super booster.

They also listened to Zhang Feng's arrangements even more.

Everything entered as Zhang Feng expected.