It was already the fifth day on the island.
The sun was bright these days, and the island felt lively with the large surface area of greens and exceptionally fresh air.
If they were not here because of the mishap, they would have really wanted to treat this trip as a vacation.
Not much food was left, so Zephyr had been trying to catch fish in the sea since yesterday. His luck was decent, and they got to drink fresh fish soup that night. He also found tools like axes and stuff at the bottommost area of the cabin and came back with some logs from the forest.
Cordelia’s gaze on him was increasingly more admiring.
If she had drifted to this island alone, she definitely would not have had such a good time. With this man here, everything was different.
Her heart ached for the blisters on his hands as she combed through his disheveled hair. Looking at his face, which had not been shaved for days, she suddenly giggled.
This was another side of Zephyr that Cordelia had never seen.
Rowan felt horrible looking at how clingy the two of them were. He glanced at the blisters on his hands. It was not like Zephyr was the only one doing the labor these days!
Yet, his daughter only had that man in her eyes. She did not have any regard for her father at all.
Rowan chuckled weakly but could not help feeling sad when he abruptly recalled that Xyla had been just like that back then.
He went to the cockpit and resumed studying the yacht manual. He had spent these two days with Zephyr translating the Etalian manual. They managed to understand bits and pieces and generally comprehend what it was saying by sticking those bits and pieces together.
He also tried to play with the buttons and discovered that there was a weak signal. As long as there was a signal, they could send out their particular location!
Rowan smiled and continued studying the pictures.
…
That day, Zephyr had just turned the main power switch on when Rowan caught him.
“What are you doing?” Rowan nagged with a straight face. “Why are you turning the power on during the day? Didn’t we agree to save our electric consumption? To begin with, the yacht doesn’t have much electricity, and you’re wasting it!”
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