"Are you okay?" the girl asked again.
Phoebe narrowed her pink eyes slightly, "I'm fine."
"That's good." The girl breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged apologetically, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't see you just now."
In the darkness, Phoebe's lips seemed to curve upward.
"It's nothing."
"Then I won't disturb your swimming, goodbye."
The girl waved at him, she seemed to be smiling, her eyes slightly arching upwards. After speaking, she continued to row the small boat forward.
"Don't row forward anymore, it rained heavily a few days ago and the tide rose, there are some places with dark reefs ahead, it's very dangerous."
"Is that so?" The girl stopped rowing again and turned to look at him, "Then... how do I reach the shore? I've rowed too far, I'm afraid I don't have the strength to row back. Can you... help me and point out the direction?"
The idea was to first get close to the owner and then scout the area—a strategy she sometimes employed.
