Sea Survival: My Luck is Off the Charts

"But you..."

Faye sighed, turning to drag her brother along. "I’m fine! Did those little bugs bite you?"

"No, no, I’ve been wearing the vestment robe you gave me the whole time." As Ethan spoke, he glanced back instinctively, then couldn’t help but exclaim, "Holy shit, the whole beach has turned white! What the hell is that mist rising from the sand?"

Faye took a deep breath and used her Inner Strength to fling her brother away, shouting, "Hurry up and go back! Or I won’t bring you with me next time!"

Her shout was so loud it seemed to give the mist a target. It began to spread along the beach and over the water, creeping in Faye’s direction.

Ethan wanted to say more, but seeing this, he wanted to slap himself. He quickly vanished.

With her brother gone, Faye was free of her last worry. She dove deep into the sea.

The seawater masked her presence. The mist only swirled and spread across the surface, not reaching down into the depths.

This was good news for Faye.

She decided to circle around in the water and use the time she had left to check out the other side of the island.

Her raft was closer to that side, after all.

But as she circled the island, Faye was surprised to find the same gray mist everywhere.

The beaches were all white.

There was nothing in the water around the island—no seashells, no fish or shrimp, not even any plankton.

Truly, everything about this strange place was bizarre.

In the end, she swam some distance away from the island before surfacing.

Once back on the raft, Faye stared at the distant island, its features obscured by the gray fog of the night. She frowned slightly.

She didn’t linger and chose to return.

After passing through the familiar white fog and returning to the open sea, Faye received several messages.

After replying to them all, Faye began to inspect her haul from the trip.

It was almost 9:00 a.m. on the open sea. The day was clear and sunny, and the visibility was excellent.

A complete contrast to the pitch-black island of the previous night.

"Faye, here." Cole Kensington walked over and handed her something.

"What is it?"

The moment she took it, the system provided an answer.

[Withered Tree Eye: Are your eyes broken? Try putting this one in.]

????

Faye looked at the brownish, knot-like object in her hand. ’This is a tree’s eye?’

’And a withered one at that.’

’What’s even more ridiculous is that you can apparently use it even though it’s withered. Would it even work?’

Curious as she was, Faye had no intention of trying it herself. Her own eyes were perfectly fine, after all.

Faye stowed it in her inventory and asked, "Where did you get this?"

Cole looked embarrassed. "I was clinging to a tree while we were escaping and just happened to grab it. It felt heavy, so I figured it had to be something good and brought it back. It is useful, right, Faye?"

"It is. It says if your eyes are broken, you can try putting this one in."

"Then I’d rather not. But you can sell it, Faye."

Lucy White ran over, pulling Eamon along. "Faye! Hurry and take out the herbs we gathered last night. Let Eamon plant everything that’s still viable. Oh, right, I found these two things in my backpack pocket for some reason. They’re dead heavy! I had so much stuff I didn’t even notice them before."

As Lucy spoke, she took out two more tree eyes. Faye accepted them. "Good thing you didn’t toss them. You never know when this stuff might come in handy."

"As long as they’re useful to you, Faye! If I run into more, I’ll be sure to grab them."

Faye nodded, then saw Eamon looking at her, his face full of anticipation.

She took out all the herbs that still had their roots. Eamon’s eyes lit up. Many were species he had never seen before, and cultivating entirely new plants would yield great rewards for him.

Before Faye could even say anything, Eamon promised, "Don’t worry, Faye. I’ll make sure every single one of these survives."

As for the ones without roots, Eamon picked out a few he was confident he could propagate. After a moment’s thought, Faye packed up the rest and sent them to Master Veridian.

As for the Green Pearls dug up from the beach, Faye put them all into her private storage.

She didn’t plan on using them for now, so she would just save them.

Lucy and Cole also gave Faye the ones they had collected. Faye didn’t stand on ceremony and took them all.

"Think of it as me holding onto them for you. If you need them later, just let me know."

Lucy was very curious. "Faye, what do you think that island was made of? Why were there so many eyes? Every single tree was covered in them."

"It’s a wide world, full of strange things," Cole said, a trace of fear still in his voice. "Those eyes can petrify you. Getting hit by one isn’t a big deal, but if all of them look at you at once, you’re finished."

The light from two of the eyes had actually grazed him. It seemed to only slow his movements slightly rather than petrify him instantly like the bugs. Otherwise, he might not have made it back.

Faye hadn’t seen it, but she could imagine. It must have been a trypophobe’s worst nightmare.

But as for the rising gray mist, Faye had felt a mortal threat from it without even needing to make contact.

She once again took out the island brochure and flipped to the last entry: the diagram for Island No. 155.

This time, she didn’t need Lucy to point it out; she saw the massive eye in the center herself.

It seemed their group had only circled the perimeter of the "eye" last night, without venturing any deeper.

’What would happen if we went deeper?’

’Does the eye sleep at night?’

’How ridiculous.’

’So, the system sent me to that island because the only safe time on Island No. 155 is at night?’

"You all worked hard last night. Go get washed up. We’ll eat together in a bit, and then you can rest."

Lucy grinned. "It wasn’t hard work! It was fun."

She found her life incredibly interesting lately and loved these days full of adventure.

Cole was the complete opposite. His mission was to ensure Faye’s safety, so he didn’t actually want her going on risky adventures.

’But Faye is in charge here. What she says, goes.’

’So I have to train even harder.’

’Otherwise, what use will I be when the day comes that Faye doesn’t need my protection at all?’

Faye paid no mind to their thoughts. She stretched, then went back to her room to wash up.

She hadn’t slept for two days and two nights, but she was still full of Spirit.

Aside from a slight mental unease, her body was adapting remarkably well.

She hadn’t fought much during the night, yet her body felt inexplicably drained.

The best and fastest way to replenish her body’s energy was to eat.

So, when Faye arrived at the dining hall, she went into full binge-eating mode.

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