brother wolf

Under the cover of night, our boat finally escaped the pursuit of those pirates.

The Golden Retriever put down his oars and collapsed in the cabin, paddling uninterrupted all night, even the energetic Golden Retriever was exhausted. I asked him to lie down and rest for a while, and I held the crude telescope by myself. Start looking around.

As far as I could see, except water or water, I saw not a single ship, let alone land.

The sun is very strong, scorching people's body aches, but we have nothing to cover. I watched the golden hair lying on the side uncomfortably, trying to avoid the direct sunlight on the face. He has thick golden long eyelashes, giving Some shadows were cast on the face.

I took off the robe I was wearing and held it up to block the sunlight on his face, hoping to make him sleep a little better.

This boat is a modified long sampan, not suitable for sea navigation, most sampans of this type are used by fishermen for offshore fishing, this sampan has not even undergone the simplest modification, such as Add a small cabin, so we have to be exposed to the sun, and there is not even a place for shade.

I cleared the boat and there is some drinking water and food in it, which will last us for a few days, but we still have to find land or other boats as soon as possible.

The sea is like a bad-tempered child. No one knows whether the calm at the moment will last until tomorrow.

The sea is blue, in the distance there are dolphins jumping out of the water gracefully, and you can also see the jets of water ejected by the whales when they come out of the sea to take a breath. After thinking for a long time, I finally gave up this meaningless effort. All I can recall is the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, and the North Star that always indicates the north.

For the current situation, these common senses are obviously not enough, and I don't understand our approximate position now, and I don't know which direction to sail to reach the nearest land.

I think back to seeing the colorful tattoos on the sailors on the merchant ship. They used various lines to pray for the elusive luck. will do.

When facing the sea, people are too small. Sometimes, you really can only entrust your fate to the unknowable existence.

The golden retriever woke up quickly. He scratched his thick hair, swears impatiently, cursed the scorching sun, splashed the sea water on his face to wash it, and grabbed it casually. Dry the water stains on your face with the clothes around you.

After opening his eyes, he found that the dress was my robe, and he threw it to me, "Put it on, don't get sunburned."

When we were in the prairie, the layer of fur on our body fully blocked the sun from scorching for us, but now, the bare skin of human beings has no cover, and I really feel that I am not far from sunburn.

I saw the golden retriever looking at something in his hand, which looked familiar, "What is this?" I asked curiously.

"The trophy." The golden retriever showed off proudly.

I just remembered that this is the fishbone chain worn by the pirate leader. This chain is rough and has the taste of the sea. It doesn't look like the taste of the pirate leader. I like this little handicraft.

The golden retriever took a look at me and hung the chain around his neck. His wild appearance and bronzed skin matched the fishbone chain very well. I have to admit that he wore it better than me.

The golden retriever looked at the things I cleaned up, most of them were food, he rummaged through it, and he found a bottle of wine, the golden retriever grinned happily, his teeth were white and dazzling, he said to me Shaking the wine bottle, "Have a drink? Celebrate our narrow escape."

After he finished speaking, he raised his neck and took a sip. I thought about it, brought the bottle over, and took a long gulp. The shocking experience last night made me feel terrified, and it would be good to drink some wine to refresh myself.

I discussed with Golden Retriever about our current location. According to what Golden Retriever heard from the sailors, our current location is still quite far from Tyre, and the only hope is probably the Aar Islands scattered like pearls in the inland sea. , countless large and small islands are distributed on that long and narrow island belt.

The golden retriever said confidently, if we are lucky, we will soon see a small island.

Facts have proved that the ocean is not something two rookies can play with. Although we are very careful, always pay attention to the direction of sailing, and keep heading north, but after three days, we still haven’t seen anyone floating on the sea except us. Something, which annoyed the golden retriever who was still hopeful at first.

In order to maintain our physical strength, we took turns to rest. The scorching sun made us dehydrated, but we dared not waste even a little bit of fresh water. Even though we had saved a lot, after three days, there was not much left.

I licked my chapped lips and soaked my feet in the sea water to cool myself down. Occasionally, I could feel sea fish tentatively touching my feet, and I shook them lazily to scare them away.

In the first two days, I might still have the strength to play hide-and-seek with them, try my best to get them on the boat, and improve the food. Although the golden retriever and I are not very interested in eating raw fish, it is not impossible to eat it.

But now, with the heat of the sun, our strength gradually disappeared, and we lay motionless on the boat, waiting for the night to come.

For this situation, the lazy lion feels more unbearable than the forbearing wolf. On the savannah, male lions are almost invincible. They never need to be patient, so in the process of evolution, they adapt The ability to change the environment is lower than that of other animals.

This is Mother Nature's secret trick. The lion is her favorite, but she doesn't dote on it.

The golden retriever lay there with his limbs spread out, dizzy, and looked like he was about to die. I kicked him, and he moved his body slightly. His eyes opened slightly, and I unscrewed one. Water bag, pass it to him.

He seemed to have finally regained consciousness, and he swung my hand away violently, and said hoarsely, "Don't waste water on me, I won't die for a while."

I tightened the bag tightly and didn't bother to argue with him. If I didn't give him a little more water, I guess he would have turned into a lion before we were rescued.I don't want to see him collapse in front of me from dehydration and heat stroke.

The calm did not last long. On the fifth day, we unfortunately encountered a frequent visitor to the sea—the storm.

On the day of the storm, the sunset glow was particularly beautiful, dazzlingly gorgeous, and looked very ominous.

Sure enough, in the evening, a strong wind began to blow, and it became more and more violent. The sea was choppy, the turbid waves were surging, pouring rain poured down from the sky, thunder and lightning, it seemed that it was the end of the day.

The waves seemed to engulf us at any moment, the huge waves several feet high surged above our heads, our small sampan was pushed up the waves, thrown high, and then fell again, it might capsize and sink to the bottom of the sea at any time, Can no longer float up.

The sea water poured into our small cabin. The golden retriever and I tied ourselves to the boat with ropes, and then tried our best to get the accumulated water out of the boat, but our movements were far from keeping up with the seawater and rainwater pouring in. Speed, however, we still in vain, continue to work mechanically.

This poor little sampan seemed to be unable to withstand the damage anymore. I heard its creaking sound, which reminded us that it could no longer bear it and was about to fall apart.

This is the first time, I felt the Grim Reaper grinning at me, my mind was in a mess, my face was covered with sea water, when the lightning struck, through the dense rain, I looked at the opposite golden retriever.

He looked up at the sky, the short hair stubbles were not crushed by such a heavy rain, they were still standing upright one by one. In this kind of panic, I saw the golden hair wiped with my hand. face, and then untied the rope on his body.

I waved my hands, trying to stop his reckless behavior. In such a big storm, if there is no one to rely on, then, almost immediately, he will be swallowed by this ferocious sea, and there will be no residue left.

Golden Retriever tightly grasped the edge of the boat with his hands. I looked at his body that seemed to be flying out, and my heart was so nervous that it jumped into my throat. Holding my body, I involuntarily stretched out my hand to hug him, afraid that if I let go, he would fall into the sea to feed the fish.

He tied me and his waist with that rope, and tied the two of us tightly together. Amidst the thunder, I heard him say loudly in my ear, "This way we won't get separated." gone."

The sampan was about to sink, and I heard its dying groans.

It was another huge wave that threw us and the boat into the air. When I was dizzy, I realized that we were pressed under the sea surface by the overturned sampan. The rope tied to the sampan, stepped on the water with the golden retriever, and floated to the surface of the sea.

The storm has only just begun, and we've already lost our shelter.

How this tumultuous night passed I can't quite remember, I just struggled desperately not to be submerged in the sea all the time the storm raged.

Every time I feel like this is the last time, I have no strength, I just die, what's the big deal, who didn't die?We have been walking on the road to death since we were born, and now it is just a little earlier. However, when it comes to the next time, I will still muster up the last bit of courage, use up the last bit of remaining strength, and continue to survive effort.

I can't bear to disappoint those gentle dark brown eyes. If the boss knows that I am dead, how sad it would be. Even if he is drifting away now, I still feel that my existence is special to him. There is also the golden retriever who has been refusing to give up. When I was out of strength, he pulled me to the surface of the water. His unyielding fighting spirit cheered me up.

We are in the sea, in the storm, struggling, struggling, no matter what happens next time, at least for this second, we will try our best.

When I finally woke up, I felt a piece of warm fine sand under my body. I opened my dry eyes and endured the severe pain all over my body. I raised my eyes and looked around. This is a coast, and we were saved.

I thought of the golden retriever. The rope tied around my waist broke at some point. I slowly got up and looked around. There was no golden retriever on this white beach.

Shaking the fur on my body, removing the fine sand sticking to the fur, and looking at my limbs propped on the ground, I remembered that in yesterday's storm, in order to survive, I drank the transformation potion, It is now in wolf form.

My limbs were weak, and I staggered on the beach, looking around, looking for the golden retriever.

This beach is beautiful, with fine white sand and sparse bushes next to it. Heather and cistus are densely covered with the whole island as far as I can see. From my feeling, I know that this island Very small, perhaps only a few square kilometers in size.

After walking through this small white sandy beach, you can see the coast of jagged reefs. Some of those strangely shaped coral reefs are out of the sea, while some are quietly lurking on the bottom of the sea. Inexperienced ships can easily run aground.

I thought of the sea in the storm, the sampan that was torn apart by the raging sea slammed into me fiercely. It was the golden retriever who stood in front of me and withstood the violent impact for me. He vomited a mouthful of blood at that time , and said loudly, nonchalantly, "We will live."

I walked around the island, and finally found the body of the golden retriever half-soaked in seawater in a reef.

I pulled his collar with my mouth, pulled him out of the water, and dragged him to the beach.

The golden retriever didn't move, and I tossed it. I tore his clothes with my mouth, and there was a dent in his chest, which seemed to be a broken bone.

He was always in high spirits, always had a bad smile on his face, his lips were blue and white, and his eyes were closed tightly. I knew that if he couldn't get timely medical treatment, maybe the golden retriever wouldn't be able to survive.

I lay down next to him, rested for a while, and then licked his wounds in the oldest way, trying to make him feel better.

His chest rises and falls slightly, and sometimes when he trembles suddenly, I will tremble along with it.

At this moment, the weather is clear and there is no wind. This is a refreshing golden dusk. I stare at the sunset on the horizon in bewilderment, unable to be myself for a long time.

After a long while, I finally regained some strength, stood up, and ran to the cliff I had already observed, where many seabirds nested.

On the edge of the cliff, on the sea, and in mid-air, you can see those seabirds busy, coming and going, this is their paradise, they sometimes swoop into the sea to prey, sometimes hover over the cliff and sing low, There are some lazy ones jumping around on the reef next to the beach.

I lay there quietly, waiting patiently.

I am exhausted now, unless I succeed once, I will never act rashly, otherwise I will startle these seabirds and arouse their vigilance, and it will be difficult to get close to them, and I don't have so much energy and time to wait. one chance.

I slowly crawled towards the free seabirds close to the ground. I wanted to get as close to them as possible. Catching birds is a difficult hunting activity, and the success rate is not high. The closer you get, the more likely you are to catch them. Higher is only relative, the greater the chance of being discovered.

But this time I was lucky, perhaps because these seabirds had never seen a predator like me before, my approach did not arouse their vigilance at all.

I spotted a prey, which was a fat sea bird, pecking at the small fish washed ashore by the waves with its head held high.

I stood up abruptly, and rushed over with lightning speed, the seabird was bitten by me tightly, and it made a loud cry, the surrounding seabirds were immediately startled, they rushed into the sky, and immediately , the sky was black and oppressive.

The blood of the seabirds soaked my throat, I looked at those seabirds with nostalgia, decided not to be greedy, and ran back to the place where the golden retriever was lying.

He was still lying there motionless, showing no signs of waking up.

I held the seabird in my mouth, pierced its flesh with sharp teeth, and let the warm blood drip into the slightly opened mouth of the golden retriever. I believe that with the strong vitality of the golden retriever, it will definitely wake up, sooner or later It's early, I just need to wait patiently and take good care of him.