It seemed like—
She was smiling?
Parachuting, desert, wilderness survival, those harsh days...
What was it that made her so happy?
The soldier couldn't figure it out.
Just as he couldn't understand the meaningful smile Flossie Wright had in the past, whether it was an admission or a denial.
She really was a puzzling person.
*
A month later.
As it approached June, the weather gradually turned hot.
The endless ocean, now dotted with connected archipelagos, stood out distinctly.
Though desolate, the place was lush with trees and enough water sources; all green plants appeared vibrant in early summer.
Besides, snakes, insects, birds, and beasts were essential presences.
In the middle of the day, under the blazing sun, Flossie Wright, dressed in tattered jungle camouflage, was sitting under a coconut tree for shade.
About two meters ahead, a campfire was burning with a snake and a bird roasting above it.
