Stranded on an island with beautiful females

After chowing down on some fish soup, we didn't hit the sack right away. Instead, we grabbed a pottery vessel, headed to the beach, filled it with water, and rigged up a simple contraption to make fresh water.

The setup was pretty basic. We used a bottle to hold some seawater, covered it with a layer of plastic cloth from a parachute, and connected the cloth to another container with a small sloping pipe.

By heating the seawater, we got steam, which condensed on the plastic cloth and formed water droplets. These droplets then trickled down the pipe into the lower container.

This way, we got fresh water from the seawater, plus some sea salt left behind after the water evaporated. The sea salt from this method was way cleaner than the stuff we scraped off the rocks by the shore, making it perfect for table salt.

Winford watched me closely and finally got it. He was a bit confused earlier about why I did some small pipe when we made claywares, but now, it all made sense to him.

This process took a while, so I used two big containers for the fresh water setup. By morning, we'd have enough fresh water to drink.

Morning came.

First thing, I checked the device. The seawater had all evaporated, leaving a layer of white salt at the bottom.

In the once-empty container, there was now half a can of freshwater.

I poured some fresh water into my cup and took a sip. Then, I grabbed some mint leaves and tea leaves I had collected from the jungle edge, put them in a specially made pottery vessel for boiling water, added some fresh water, and heated it over the fire.

Soon, the tea was ready. Zoey and Winford were up by then too. I poured some hot tea into our cups, and we started sipping.

Drinking a hot cup of tea in the wild was pure bliss. All my fatigue from the past few days melted away after that cup. Zoey and Winford seemed to be enjoying it too.

With basic living tools and a new food source—fish—our quality of life had jumped up a notch.

With our survival needs sorted, my next plan was to explore the island further.

After breakfast, we made several larger pottery vessels to store fresh water and avoid wasting any excess.

We placed the new pottery vessels in the kiln to fire and refilled the freshwater production device with seawater.

Since we planned to explore the island thoroughly today, we decided to have Zoey follow us.

Once everything was set, the three of us headed out. The jungle had dangerous giant lizards, so we chose to explore along the beach this time.

We strolled along the beach, covering about 4 miles in two hours. We passed by the fish area and even found a few new coconut trees.

But our main goal was to explore the island, so we didn't linger.

We reached an unfamiliar area, making us all a bit cautious.

Exploring along the beach with little cover, we could see far ahead, so we weren't too worried about sudden dangers.

Suddenly, I spotted a small black dot on the sea, heading towards the island. I wasn't sure what it was, so I pointed it out to Zoey and Winford. After confirming the black dot, we stopped to discuss.

Winford was the first to speak up. "Could that be other survivors? Should we go check it out?"

I nodded, agreeing with his idea, but we needed to be careful and not just rush over.

I told Zoey and Winford, "It's too far to see clearly. It could be other survivors, but it could also be something else. On this deserted island, we need to stay alert."

Scanning the area, I suggested, "Let's hide behind those rocks over there and watch. If it turns out to be other survivors, we can come out and talk to them. If it's something dangerous, we should stay hidden and avoid being seen."

Both Zoey and Winford agreed with my cautious plan, and we moved as discussed.

The three of us hid behind a large rock nearby to observe the black dot. As time went by, the black dot got closer to Resurge Island, growing larger. When it was close enough, we could vaguely make out its shape. It looked like several people paddling a raft slowly towards the island.

Seeing their outline, Winford, a bit excited, said to me, "Those should be other survivors. We can make contact with them. After all, survival is easier with more people."

Winford was about to step out from behind the rock, but seeing me stay put, he stopped and looked at me, asking, "What's wrong?"

I shook my head at Winford and said, "We can't just approach them recklessly. Even though they look like people, don't forget there are probably also wild men here who eat human flesh. Very dangerous."

I glanced at the gradually enlarging black dot and continued, "Even if they aren't wild tribes but other survivors, on this lawless island, we need to be cautious even among humans."

After hearing my words, Winford nodded and retreated back behind the rock. Zoey had been following my lead the whole time. If I didn't move, she didn't move either.

As the black dot got closer to the island, we could almost see their specific appearance. After seeing them, Winford's face turned pale, and he whispered to me, "Thank goodness you reminded me. If I had gone out thinking they were other survivors, I might have been foolishly eaten by those savages!"

Winford's tone was fearful. Their appearance was indeed terrifying. The creatures on the raft matched my speculation: they were wild men, and they even wore several skulls, which appeared to be human skulls.

Seeing them getting closer, the three of us stayed hidden behind the rock, not daring to show ourselves. There were five of them, each holding a spear, very dangerous. But the main concern was the human skulls they wore, indicating they were cannibals.

If they spotted us, I might have a chance to escape due to my better physical condition, but Zoey and Winford would likely be caught and eaten by them.

We quietly observed these wild men. After landing on the shore, they walked in the opposite direction towards our hiding spot.

Seeing this, I understood why we hadn't encountered these wild men in the past few days on the island. It was only today, after venturing this far, that we encountered them.

This made me feel fortunate that we hadn't encountered them earlier. If we had met them unprepared in the first few days, we might have all been eaten by them.

After the wild men moved further away, the three of us cautiously emerged from behind the rock. After taking a few deep breaths to calm our nerves, we headed back towards the shelter.

I decided to abandon the exploration plan of Resurge Island for today after encountering those wild men. It was better to rest and replan our route for the future.