He calmly replied, "I was just lucky, Mark. The sea gave me some things others didn't want, and I happened to know how to use them."
"Trash?" Mark shook his head with a laugh, his eyes slowly sweeping over the camp at the astonishing creations.
"No, Lin, luck doesn't explain this. This is a testament to knowledge and ability."
He pointed his finger at the well-structured horizontal forge: "This, I can see, is a forge."
Then, he pointed to the huge, earth-yellow plastic box beside it: "And this big guy made from a fishing float box is undoubtedly a bellows for providing air."
Mark's gaze finally rested on the intricately woven, foldable A-shaped object made of numerous willow branches, and for the first time, genuine curiosity and puzzlement appeared in his eyes.
He asked, "But that thing... what is it? It looks like some kind of screen, or... trap?"
