When they arrived at the hotel, the three of them wanted to set out directly to the beach, then rent a boat, and go out to sea to find the isolated island.

As for why he didn't fly over directly, it was because, although Arthur knew that someone was trapped on an isolated island, he did not know the specific location of the isolated island, and the fish could not convey such detailed information.

Secondly, when the plane flies in the air, it is far away from the ground and there are many nearby island groups, so it is difficult to tell which one is their destination. When Arthur is in the air, he cannot listen to the information brought by the sea because he does not have contact with the sea. The efficiency is not as high as looking for it on the sea.

So, after landing in Haibin City, several people were about to take a boat to go out to sea. Har contacted his old friend and found a good boat. However, when he came back to convey the news, he also brought another regrettable news, that is, he probably could not participate in this island rescue journey.

"The friend I was looking for was one of my cousins. I hope he would not tell my parents about my return, but in the end, they still knew, and they hoped I could go home." The expression on Hal's face was a little complicated. Obviously, he left Haibin City before because of the reason why he had a family.

"My parents thought my test pilot job was too dangerous, so they forced me to change jobs..." Hal took a deep breath and said, "Or, it can't be said to be forced, it's just that they put too much pressure on me, and I have no other way."

"Indeed, I have always been the one who is distorted in our family. My cousin and cousin have chosen very stable careers, and they are both in the coastal city. They heard that I wanted to be a pilot and thought I would be transferred to Washington or even on the battlefield, so they firmly disagree."

In the hotel room, Hal took a cigarette and lit it, and said while smoking: "My mother cried several times, and I also quarreled with my father several times, and finally I compromised because I knew they loved me very much and didn't want me to take risks..."

Arthur leaned on the bed and said, "My dad thought so too. He felt that going to sea to fish is dangerous and his income is low. He might as well be a taxi driver in a big city. He almost wanted me to follow his friend to be a farmer in Kansas."

Arthur's slightly reminiscent tone also evoked Hal's emotion. Arthur said: "Because he is the lighthouse guardian, he has seen too many fishing boats that have been wiped out in the sea, and he knows the violentness of the sea, he doesn't want me to be a member of the devour."

"Then will you persist?" Hal asked.

"I don't know. When Professor Schiller first told me that he wanted me to go to college, I instinctively had a kind of disgust, not that he was disgusted at college, but... I don't really want to go to big cities. I think the people there are not good enough, and there are too many things I don't understand." Arthur lowered his head and sighed, "I know someone might say that I'm timid, just say that it's better to adapt, and that others have come here like this..."

"But that made me feel unhappy, even if I could only be a fisherman in the sword sea, or inherit my father's career as a lighthouse guardian, I also wanted to stay in Brudehaven and live with my familiar friends and neighbors instead of going to the metropolis and pursuing any career ideal."

Schiller looked at Arthur. His temperament was actually somewhat similar to that of Clark now. Both of them were from small places, and they had a sense of simplicity in their bones. Sometimes when they were too simple, they seemed a little stupid.

However, Clark was always passionate and motivated to adapt to his life at Metropolitan University and had the impetus to overcome all difficulties, but Arthur, perhaps because of the lighthouse guard who taught him, his father, Curry, was an overly gentle man. He was not so passionate, but seemed more at ease.

"This is actually not a bad thing. Arthur, it is impossible for everyone in this world to stay in a metropolis, and it is impossible for everyone to be an elite white-collar worker. There must be someone who is a fisherman and a lighthouse guardian."

"God has given you a different kind of talent. Perhaps it is to let you do these professions and help fishermen who may be swallowed by the storm." Schiller took out a set of voters' rhetoric, but this hit Arthur's heart. He said: "I feel the same way. I think this talent can be used to help those fishermen..."

"The fish in the sea will tell me the coming weather and tell me where the sailors are in trouble so that I can rescue them."

Arthur and Hal had no intersection, but they were somewhat similar in life. Their parents didn't want them to take risks, hoping that they could choose a gentler and more stable career. However, because Arthur's father was a gentle person, he would not force Arthur to choose. Hal's parents were stronger, which put a lot of pressure on him, hoping that he could follow their wishes and choose a career.

"I can't convince my parents, so I'm a little afraid to face them now..." Hal lowered his eyes and said, "I know my neighbors may be talking about them because they have a son who doesn't come home all year round, which is rare here."

"The people in Haibin City are deeply proud of this city. They think it is the best city in the world, so few people will settle in other places, and I may be the only freak."

"No, Hal, you have to go back." Schiller said with a rare attitude of certainty: "I think you may get a different answer when you go back this time."

Hal looked up at Schiller, not quite understanding what he was saying, but he trusted Schiller's professional ability. So after he was silent on the chair for a while, he stood up and patted his legs, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't participate in this rescue operation, but I think saving someone should be outside your ability."

"If you come back, call my house, and pilot Hal is on standby at any time." Hal beat a pilot's unique gesture and left, Schiller shook his head as he looked at his back.

"Okay, let's go quickly without further ado." Schiller stood up and said, "You said before, you can judge the location of the isolated island in the sea. You'd better not exaggerate it, otherwise, I can't find where that island is."

"It's not that I can guide the direction, but that the fish can lead the way for us." Arthur followed Schiller and walked out of the room, saying, "If I remember correctly, all the fish nearby knew the news and they will lead us."

After walking out of the hotel, taking a taxi, and coming to the dock, the two saw a medium-sized fishing boat. Although it was not advanced, it was much larger and much newer than the small boat Arthur owned.

A middle-aged man came over enthusiastically, shook hands with Schiller, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and said to him: "It can be seen that you are a fisherman, and you must be very good. Hal is my nephew. I have picked a pretty good little guy for you, and it has only been less than two months since I entered the water."

Arthur walked to the fishing boat, looked up and said, "It's true. I've read this boat in a fishing magazine. Its speed and endurance are quite good. There is also a big ice bin I like the most. Unfortunately, it's just too expensive and I can't afford it."

The middle-aged man took the two of them on board the boat and said, "There is no way, the price of the new model will rise. When the new model comes out, the price may drop. Okay, go and play, wish you a great harvest."

Schiller shook hands with him with a smile. After Hal's uncle left, Schiller said: "It seems that Hal's character is indeed good. His uncle is willing to lend us such a good boat."

Arthur nodded deeply, stroked the railings on the boat and said, "This is really a good little guy. Brudehaven can't see such a good boat."

When he walked into the cabin, Arthur praised Lianlian even more. He didn't understand some of the professional terms he said, but he could see that Arthur was a boat enthusiast and knew very well about fishing boats. A small component, even the paint surface used on the components, could be said very well. Schiller asked:

"Where did you know this?"

"The most popular thing about Brudehaven is the fishery magazine. Whether it is published by the official Marine Bureau, various industrial groups, or even Canadian fishery magazines, you can order it in Brudehaven."

"Actually, I like to read magazines published by the Canadian Ocean and Fisheries Agency. They like to tell the truth, especially those weather and water quality that are useful to fishermen. Unlike these magazines in the United States, they compare who catches the bigger fish every day and where there are competitions."

When he walked to the cab, Arthur seemed to have gone home. Although he had not really operated such a ship, he had read the scenes in the cockpit countless times in magazines, and had not even read the instructions, he had figured out the function of all buttons.

He began to control the boat to leave the dock, turned to Shiller and said, "I just saw that there seemed to be fishing rods in the toolbox in the warehouse room behind. You can go fishing for a few rods. Maybe your luck will be better than you in Brudehaven."

Schiller smiled and said, "How could it be worse than in Brudehaven? At that time, I didn't catch a single fish."

Half an hour later, Schiller knew that he was too happy. Not only did he not catch a fish, he also broke the fishing rod. It can be said that he was much worse than fishing in Brude Haven.

He found that he seemed to have no chance with the sea, did not like to eat fish, could not fish, and always felt like he was seasick.

When he had never seen the sea, he had fantasized about becoming a free fish swimming in the sea, and even had a personality with a fish tail on the lower body. But now it seems that it is better to stay in the swimming pool in the room of the Palace of Thinking, so let's forget about the sea.

After two hours, Schiller felt that he was still too happy because he really started to get seasick.

He walked into the cab, took a deep breath, looked at Arthur and said, "Have you not found it yet? Are you sure the fish that leads you are not a roadblock?"

Arthur frowned and looked at the fishing radar. He said: "The situation was a bit unexpected. The fish could only convey a general message. They said the target was on the West Coast, but now it seems that it is not the West Coast of the United States..."

"Where is that?"

"It is possible to be closer to Mexico, we are sailing to the equator now, maybe near the Panama Canal, and I remember there are many islands there too..."

"But I'm a little seasick." Schiller said leaning against the door frame. Arthur looked back at him and said, "It's normal. People who have not left the sea will have some uncomfortable reactions for the first time they have been on the sea for so long. If you hold on for a while, you should arrive soon."

After Schiller walked out, he asked Huiwu in his heart: "Why can't seasickness be regulated?"

"Because it's not physiological seasickness." Huiwu replied a little aggrievedly: "There is no problem with the body. The stomach reaction is a psychological effect. Every time I relax my stomach, I start to spasm again within a few seconds."

"Psychological effect..." Schiller leaned against the railing and closed his eyes and entered the palace of thinking. As soon as his consciousness subsided, he suddenly woke up. A super-ego voice came from his consciousness: "Don't let in."

"Why not let in?"

“I’m on vacation.”

"You're still on vacation?"

"Why can't I take a vacation? You are allowed to take a vacation alone?"

Schiller was silent, and then he asked:

"How long are you going to take a break?"

“36 days.”
Chapter completed!