Evans glanced at the young pilot who was sleeping soundly in a hammock made of umbrella cloth at the other end of the life raft. He lowered his voice and said, "Victor, we must take action as soon as possible..."

“No rush yet”

Wei Ran shook his head before the other party finished speaking, untied the gauze and changed the dressing while whispering, "Akira will fall down soon. When he has no strength, the young one won't be able to hold on for long. By then we will

There are enough opportunities. Akira is very cautious now, and there is no way I can bring the weapon over."

"You don't have to..."

"The Johnston cannot afford to lose her Indian chief."

As Wei Ran spoke, he quickly changed the medicine for the other person, then took out the candy distributed from the last survival can from the waterproof bag and stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

Compared to their side, which requires five people to share one can, Akira and his companions, who only need two people to share one Japanese can, undoubtedly have more advantages.

Of course, although there is an advantage in the distribution of cans, the fishing speed of two people is much slower than that of five people - even if no one has caught any fish in the past few days.

The people on the two boats were not only facing a shortage of food, but they were also increasingly nervous about drinking water. The only one who was not worried about the drinking water problem was Wei Ran. This time, the unscrupulous metal notebook finally did not engulf him.

Those two buckets of rainwater.

After enduring hunger until the sun set, Sterling's natural oven project finally came to an end along with the smelly and undercooked herring meat.

“We have nothing to eat”

Sailor Moose said as he applied the last bit of burn ointment to his body, "My burn ointment is gone too."

"Start using sunscreen tomorrow." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already handed a box of sunscreen to the other party.

"Is this edible?" The moose looked at the oblate metal box in his hand and licked his peeling lips.

"You can't eat it." After Wei Ran said this, his stomach rumbled.

"Mr. Akira is still fiddling with that triangular sail." Sterling took the initiative to change the topic, fearing that everyone would start talking about various food topics on the Johnston or the Hall.

"Can that jib really take us to Palau?" the moose asked curiously.

"Mr. Akira" Sterling raised his voice.

"What's the matter?" Akira, who was sitting under the mast, moved his gaze from the compass in his hand to the direction of Sterling and others.

"Our people are retaking Palau," Sterling said loudly, "Even if we really get to Palau, you will still become a prisoner."

"We will definitely make it to Palau." Akira answered the question, and at the same time threw a souvenir into his mouth.

"Japanese-style stubborn" Wei Ran muttered in Chinese that only he could understand, wrapped the umbrella cloth tightly and closed his eyes.

In the next few days, there were more and more opportunities for sunlight to appear. As the rainy days became less and less, everyone's fresh water reserves became less and less. In order not to die of thirst, even the insulated buckets used to store supplies turned into

Tools for storing water.

In addition to the lack of fresh water reserves, their food reserves were also completely exhausted, so that in the end, the only thing left to satisfy their hunger was some fat that Wei Ran secretly took out from time to time.

Lack of energy supply, lack of miracles, the people on the two boats were so hungry that they had no intention of confronting each other. Everyone only hoped for rain every day, and looked forward to catching the unbaited fishhook tied to the side of the boat.
Chapter completed!