Yes, he remembered now. He really had come to this little island, had been to that stretch of beach, and he also remembered that the boatman who brought him over had told him there were a lot of fish in that area, so it was also the patch of sea the fishermen liked best. Back then the boatman even asked if he wanted to buy the freshest fish; if he did, the boatman could take him over, and there was a good chance they'd run into fishermen who had just brought in a catch, so he could buy straight from them.
The waves churned around him. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still incredibly dark.
It felt like another, even bigger storm was brewing.
They bobbed up and down in waves like this, feeling utterly tiny.
In weather like this, what fishing boat would dare put out to sea?
Their chances of running into a fishing boat were minuscule.
Sun Han's mood was just as heavy.
But as long as there was the slightest chance, they absolutely could not give up.
