After Hal's heroic sacrifice, the hang glider was finally completed. Arthur, however, was not particularly interested in this mode of transportation. He would rather walk; having his feet leave the ground made him feel unsafe.
But for Hal, a pilot, it was different. After the initial failures, he had fallen in love with the feeling of soaring through the sky.
It was different from sitting in an aircraft cockpit. Weaving through the winds of nature, listening to the sounds of streams and waves, flying shoulder to shoulder with seabirds beneath a sky full of them, light as a feather—every glide left Hal intoxicated.
However, they were doing this to solve the problem of travel, so after gliding a few times, Hal took on the duty of transporting supplies and cargo.
The fishing trap was indeed incredibly efficient. Before long, it had caught several plump sea fish, perfect for taking back and stewing into soup.
With the efforts of Hal, Bruce, and Arthur, the salt field had also taken initial shape.
They ultimately chose a flat stretch of sand beside the downstream section of the creek as the salt-drying site. It was relatively close to both fresh water and seawater, making it more convenient.
The salt crystals left behind by simply drying seawater were coarse salt. They tasted extremely bitter and contained many chemical substances unsuitable for absorption, so they could not be eaten directly. But traditional salt-making methods had long solved this problem.
They dissolved the coarse salt obtained from drying seawater in fresh water again, creating saturated brine. Then they filtered it through the dense fibrous fabric Bruce had used for the hang glider's wings, removing most of the insoluble impurities.
After that, they boiled the saturated brine in the stone pot they used for cooking. As the water