After a hundred days of hard work and improvement, the fresh water collection device I made has been upgraded to the third generation.
The storage of fresh water then became the number one problem that troubled me.
I tried all my methods but couldn't solve it.
Besides fresh water storage, the heat is killing me!
After the office building was completed, I moved my tent into it to escape the intense June heat.
But even with multiple layers of shielding, I still get crazy hot when I live in a tent!
Only those who have experienced it can understand the feeling and pain of just lying still and sweating all over your body.
As long as he raised his hand slightly, sweat would pour out from all directions, as if he would turn into a mummy in the next second.
I obviously feel that my stomach is full of water, but I just want to hold the water bottle and drink again!
You obviously want to sleep, but it's too hot and you can't sleep.
The most painful thing is that even the nearby sea water is frighteningly hot.
You have nowhere to go and nowhere to escape.
Everything you see can blind you.
But you can't close your eyes.
Because even if you close your eyes, the ubiquitous sunlight can blind you!
Even the wind won't let me go!
As soon as I leave the tent, I lose a lot of water in my body and my blood vessels seem to burst.
And when I return to the tent, I will fall into a huge steamer, and it will be difficult to even breathe.
The most terrifying thing is that this blazing heat often lasts from six in the morning to one in the morning before it is slightly relieved.
Under such circumstances, the only place to cool down is in the water a hundred meters away from the sandbank.
But I had to wear a wetsuit.
Otherwise, by the time I get ashore, it will only take two minutes for my body to become salty. If I don't rinse it with fresh water in time, my skin will become itchy.
If I'm not careful, my skin will break out.
But I can't fall!
I have already used up all the iodine and alcohol in the first aid kit, and there is not much penicillin and antibiotics left. Once I collapse, what awaits me is death!
Not only can I not fall down, but I also have to work overtime to reinforce the stilted building of the headquarters every day when night falls.
During the day, I also use the time difference to collect fish as much as possible and stock up on supplies.
I don’t know how I survived the pain of living worse than a walking corpse every day.
Every day, I look forward to rain in my heart.
And when the first rainstorm in June really came, I discovered that I had made a big mistake.
Even though I had made all the preparations beforehand and designed all the plans in my mind, under the heavy rain and strong wind, everything was thrown back to its original shape.
This heavy rain lasted for three days and two nights, destroying everything I had worked hard to build for more than a hundred days.
This is just the first rainstorm in June!
The maximum wind force is no more than Level 8.
As you can imagine, if I encountered a typhoon, I probably wouldn’t even be able to save my life.
The reason is still an infrastructure problem.
During the days when I was restarting my home, all I could think about was spending money on construction.
Just give me a chance, I'm willing to spend all my fucking savings here on Pedra Branca.
I want to turn this place into a sea fortress, a paradise on earth!
But these are all unrealistic dreams.
After the heavy rain and strong wind, I planted the third batch of seeds as soon as possible.
No matter how hard it is, you must persist in raising dragons.
Needless to say, the destructive power caused by the heavy rains, but it also brought me enough fresh water, giving me enough confidence to cope with the coming typhoon season.
After more than a hundred days of experience, my fresh water storage technology has reached the level of proficiency.
The fish supplies I collect every day also give me enough support.
support.
I am a person who refuses to admit defeat.
All my life I have to fight with God.
The more God wants me to die, the more I want to live!
It was like this when I killed the dragon, and it is like this now.
Once again I put up the red flag, once again propped up the stilted building, and then I started to repeat the routine work day after day.
After every storm, a lot of marine debris washes up around the sandbar. These were collected by me and used to strengthen my office building. ap.
A piece of wire, a plastic bottle, a piece of iron sheet, even a piece of plastic foam, I will make the best use of it!
Finally, one day in early July, the typhoon code-named Yutu began to pass through Pedra Branca.
This is the first typhoon I have ever seen in my life, and I will never forget it.
There is nothing else on the white reef except those pieces of garbage.
The typhoon had just come over and before it rained, my office building was flattened by strong winds of magnitude 10.
All the foreign objects that had been collected and searched for for more than four months were blown away without a trace.
By noon, a strong typhoon with wind strength of level 13 blew my tent and kayak away!
The rope I tied to the rock was straightened into a steel cable.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky and the earth were dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.
The strong typhoon of Category 13 transformed into Category 15, and everything on the sandbank was torn to pieces by the hurricane.
The sea water surged and flooded the sandbar.
With eight ropes tied to my body, even if I was holding onto the rocks, I would be swept up by the hurricane and hit hard into the sea.
I just stood up and before I had time to breathe, the omnipresent hurricane came from another direction, swept me up into the air, and threw me into the sea again and again.
This smash hit me to death.
In the sea, it’s even worse!
The turbulent and cold ocean currents carried my body around. The gentlest water in the past has turned into the most violent beast, tearing and gnawing at me wantonly.
When this wave of ocean current passed, I was full of seawater and rainwater, and I struggled to hold on to the rope and swim back with all my strength. I hugged the reef again and continued to accept the baptism of the next hurricane.
I survived the violent bombings one after another. I was knocked unconscious by the downpour and woken up by the cold sea water several times.
The doomsday scenes shown in movies and TV shows are insignificant before the most real hurricane.
Under the raging torrential rain and hurricane, the entire sandbank has turned into a sea. You have nowhere to hide. The only thing you can do is to carry it!
