There must be something wrong with me

"Is someone injured?"

"It sounds like it’s on the other side..."

The young man’s shouting caught the attention of two crew members on the other side.

They rushed over and saw Zhang Feng half-draped over the young man’s shoulder.

"Boss Zhang." They knew Zhang Feng was a passenger on the ship.

"Where is the injury?" One of them asked the crucial question directly.

"Right leg." Zhang Feng pointed to it.

"Okay." The two crew members didn’t waste any words.

They avoided Zhang Feng’s ’injured’ leg, and each supporting one shoulder, half-dragged him along.

Whoosh—

The wind and waves on the sea were continuously churning.

During the semi-carrying, semi-dragging process by the three, Zhang Feng quickly arrived at the small boat.

This also belonged to the fishing fleet, accompanying the large ship for hunting.

Zhang Feng saw that it was eight meters long, with a somewhat cramped cabin full of various facilities.

But despite saying it was cramped, as long as people stood in the gaps between the fixed facilities, it could easily accommodate a dozen people coming down from the large ship.

Rustle—

Once inside the cabin, Zhang Feng settled between two large cabinets, shook them forcefully, and they didn’t budge; they were secured with anti-shock bolts below.

Zhang Feng leaned against the back wall, with objects on ’left, right, and back’ shielding him, feeling fully secure.

"Is there anyone left on the ship?"

At this moment, outside the small boat’s cabin, a crew member held a megaphone calling towards the large ship.

"No need to shout." The elderly captain, after counting the people, saw everyone was present.

Both fishing boats were his.

Then, even though the captain’s eyes were filled with reluctance and pain, he quickly told the helmsman, "Son, let’s go! The ’Thin Rod’ is about to fall!"

"Everyone sit tight!" Even though the helmsman knew not to accelerate in the storm, now beside them a large ship was about to sink.

If they didn’t leave, they might be ’swept’ into the sea or collide amidst the waves.

So after thinking it over, he chose to take the risk and accelerate.

Crash—

The small boat weaved through the storm.

That feeling wasn’t exhilarating, but a terrifying sense of impending overturn.

But soon, once slightly away from the large ship’s area.

The helmsman, heart pounding, stopped and instructed the crew to seal the windows and other positions to take safety precautions.

He was judging the wind direction and preparing for drifting to avoid being blown into the eye of the storm.

’The helmsman’s seafaring experience is quite high.’ Zhang Feng observed him busily, ’Once the danger passes, I can learn from him; you can never know too many skills...’

’The ship’s sinking...’ The other crew members, while reinforcing the doors and windows, saw the ’Thin Rod’ leaning amidst the waves.

Crash—

As a few more waves crashed, it accelerated its sinking pace.

"Oh... my old friend..." The old captain was distraught, staring blankly.

The helmsman looked at the old captain, feeling a pang in his heart, ’My father is getting old too, going out to sea every day isn’t good... now that the ship’s sunk, at least he can rest at home.’

After this is over, I’ll sell the small boat too and find a job.’

’I might be out of a job soon...’ Another crew member was glancing around, considering future options.

’Will we survive?’ The other tourists, on their first sea voyage, were filled with an unknown fear of such a feral scene.

For a moment, everyone’s thoughts varied, making the cabin extremely silent, except for the tapping sounds of the reinforced doors and windows, and the roaring storm outside.

Zhang Feng squeezed further inside, trying to remain inconspicuous until his strength returned.

...

Crash—

The small boat rode the swaying waves for half the night.

No one had the heart to sleep; they were all anxiously hoping the storm would pass soon.

Some were holding smart devices, trying to send messages outside, but there was no signal now.

"Isn’t there a satellite phone or some communication facility on the boat?" Someone quietly asked the old captain, "We could call for help."

"There’s one on the large ship." The helmsman answered for the old captain, "But..."

The helmsman glanced at his silent father, refraining from mentioning the ’sinking’, and instead got up and peeked through the door crack at the pitch-black stormy night,

"Even if we can call for help now, I wouldn’t know where we’ve drifted. We’ll see when it’s clear and daylight."

The cabin atmosphere was stifling.

Zhang Feng remained silent, focusing on practicing Hard Qigong.

But the next moment.

The boat suddenly jolted violently.

Zhang Feng reacted swiftly, bracing against the cabinets with both hands, to avoid being flung out, only to feel a whirlwind afterward...

...

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

’Is... someone calling me?’

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

He was lying on the ground now.

Behind the helmsman was the bright sky and dazzling sun, and the boat wasn’t rocking anymore.

Something was off!

Zhang Feng pressed his palm onto the ground, grabbing a fistful of sand.

This was not on a boat.

Instinctively, Zhang Feng got up and surveyed the surroundings, realizing he was on an island.

"Good to see you’re alright." The helmsman sighed in relief upon seeing Zhang Feng awake, explaining, "The boat capsized last night.

We..."

He gestured around.

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

Some had already drowned, their pale corpses placed under the shade of a tree.

The old captain sat dejectedly beside the stranded small boat.

The small boat was already damaged, with a large gash torn into the galvanized metal bottom by the reef.

Zhang Feng had only glanced at it for a moment when a rough, large hand blocked his view.

"Still remember me?" The helmsman waved his hand in front of Zhang Feng after seeing him remain silent.

"First Mate." Zhang Feng remembered calling him that in his memory.

"Good it’s alright, at least you’re not mad..." The helmsman breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that saving one more life and preventing one more person from going mad was his biggest comfort.

"Eat something." The helmsman took out a pack of biscuits from his coat pocket, "There’s still some supplies on the ship, enough for the rest of us to survive three days."

"Okay." Zhang Feng did not refuse, quietly eating the biscuits.

"Do you still have your phone?" the helmsman asked.

"Phone?" Zhang Feng looked at his crumpled clothes and searched through them, "Probably dropped in the sea."

"Eh..." The helmsman sighed, "We’ve only found two phones so far, but both are broken, no way to call for help."

He pointed around, "There’s no sign of life on the island, and now the ship is broken too... Looks like we’ll be staying on this island for a while..."

The helmsman’s words were a realistic portrayal of the current situation.

Soon, as Zhang Feng watched everyone gather, they were all looking despondent.

It sounds simple to survive on a deserted island, and many even want to try it because it seems fun.

But when it really happens, especially looking around at the vast endless ocean, it really suppresses one’s spirit.

Let alone, this island is not small, about fifty miles around.

Who knows if there are any wild beasts inside?

However,

Zhang Feng was pleased.

’Originally, I thought this adventure type would be like a "raft survival" on the sea.

’Now it seems more like "Robinson Crusoe".’

Unlike the anxiety and despair of the others.

The moment Zhang Feng saw the deserted island, he felt it was a ’perfect fit’.

Because he had watched many survival videos!

Moreover, the last adventure world was at the frontier.

To train survival skills, Zhang Feng often sought advice from the locals.

The powerful knowledge reserve filled Zhang Feng with confidence for this adventure!

Zhang Feng’s joy.

Was like opening an exam paper at school and finding all the questions were the ones he memorized the night before.

So.

Zhang Feng quickly came up with a plan,

’With this perfect fit, the survival pressure should be relatively minimal for the next few months.

Moreover, there are still nine people.

If I can gather their strength to engage in some farming and construction to stabilize daily supplies.

I might have enough time to thoroughly practice my martial arts.’

The more Zhang Feng thought about it, the more assured he felt,

’Then, during my martial arts practice and breaks, I can learn swimming and other skills, to be prepared for any "Pirates of the Caribbean" legendary maritime era.’

After finalizing his plan, Zhang Feng spoke to the somewhat disheartened group:

"I have previously ventured into forests abroad and have experience with edibles, distilling seawater, hunting, etc.

As long as there’s food, animals on the island, and fish in the sea, survival is not an issue.

We can wait for rescue without worry.

Of course, the premise is everyone’s concerted effort."

"You have experience?" The helmsman looked curiously at Zhang Feng.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhang has played in the border areas before.

"Oh! Seriously, brother? Then, we’re counting on you!" The rest, still a bit panicked, felt somewhat calmed.

Zhang Feng’s confident words undoubtedly injected a dose of reassurance amidst the despair.

...

"Quick, quick... Zhang said we need to add water... the leaves shouldn’t be placed too high..."

Under the trend of mutual survival.

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

Fortunately, someone had a usable lighter, and they didn’t need to use the slow ’solar distillation method’.

Of course, the helmsman and the others, constantly dealing with the sea, naturally knew about distillation.

But concerning which fruits can and can’t be eaten.

And hunting small animals on the island, that was up to Zhang Feng.

Later that afternoon.

Zhang Feng’s leg had recovered, and he received an additional choice.

[1: Constitution +1]

[2: Digestion and absorption +100 grams]

[3: Eight-Step Chasing Cicada]

Perhaps it was a rare reward, with lots of attribute points.

But 3 was the martial art.

Zhang Feng decisively chose 3.

Then Zhang Feng didn’t delay, reading the martial arts introduction while leading everyone to hunt.

...

That night.

Under the moonlight reflected on the sea.

Zhang Feng returned from the woods with several people, holding two wild chickens in his hands.

The others carried a deer, with many ’wild vegetables’ tied with grass ropes on their backs.

"Zhang is incredible!"

Upon their return, they immediately began recounting Zhang Feng’s hunting skills to the others, which truly resembled a sharpshooter on TV.

This was undoubtedly another powerful morale booster for everyone.

They also listened more closely to Zhang Feng’s arrangements.

Everything was moving just as Zhang Feng had envisioned.