The twenty-third day, early morning.
When Lin Yu'an woke up, the air inside the shelter was cold and fresh, with the flames in the fireplace long extinguished, leaving only a pile of still-warm ashes.
He got up calmly, first reheating the broth that he had boiled with crab shells last night, pairing it with a few pieces of steamed sea urchin roe, solving a simple but nutritionally balanced breakfast.
He sat by the fire, sipping the hot soup while planning the day's activities.
He spoke to the camera in a calm and determined tone: "The coastal areas near the shelter on both the north and south sides have basically been thoroughly searched by me."
"The first and most plentiful wave of rewards brought by the storm has been pocketed by me, but this doesn't mean the end of exploration."
"Tides and currents are continuous, and there will always be some items that got missed, or things pushed ashore again by subsequent tides."
