After thinking for a while, she suddenly stood up and ran towards the woods.
Spotting the trees blown down by the wind and waves on the ground, Summer Sutton dragged them one by one to the beach.
She placed all the dragged trees side by side, using the resilient plants from the island to bind them into a raft. She arduously pushed the raft into the water.
Looking up at the wind direction today, Summer Sutton stepped onto the raft.
The weather is great today, and there is no significant wind on the sea surface at the moment, making it a good time to leave.
She didn't know how long her raft would last, nor how the weather would change later, or how the wind and waves on the sea would behave.
But she couldn't bother with all that now.
To leave here, she could only try.
It was inevitable that attempting to leave carried risks, but staying here meant only waiting to die!
