The flickering flames cast bright light within the wind-shielded area.
The dry rock walls and sand were baked warm, driving away the chill of the gloomy night.
The wailing of the sea breeze, the sound of waves slapping the beach, and the crackling of branches in the fire mingled together into a symphony by the seaside.
Lu Li leaned back in the innermost part of the wind-shielded area, with clothing, two Spirit-Calling Guns, a stone shard, amulets, a Sanity Value Counter, a can of pork, and a jar of water—these were all his current possessions.
The pocket watch had disappeared without a trace, unknown if it had fallen while swimming towards the island or vanished in the moment he jumped off the ship.
Lu Li, holding a Spirit-Calling Gun wrapped in a holster to block negative effects, slowly cleaned the mud and sand off its exterior. It was the only thing he could do at the moment.