He swam along the railing, collecting four nylon ropes. Without a basket to put them in, he had to return to the surface.
'Holy cow, I'm gonna be rich!'
He quickly grabbed the bamboo-fiber rope and pulled the fish cage over from a distance. After tossing the rope onto the bamboo raft, he took hold of the cage and dove back down.
This speedboat looked quite new. The only seaweed was on the metal hull outside the cabin, so the accident had likely happened within the last six months.
Judging by the fact that all the lifebuoys were gone, the crew had most likely evacuated safely long ago. Perhaps some of the tracks on the shore had even been left by them.
Of course, it was also possible they were picked up on the spot by another vessel.
There was nothing left on deck, so he went straight into the cabin and opened every drawer and cabinet he could.
'Band-aids… cold medicine… seasickness pills… a walkie-talkie…'
