Sachus did not rush to answer. Instead, he looked deeply at Song Jia, then pointed at the bottle on the table. "Can I have another drink?"
"Help yourself."
At that, Sachus picked up the bottle again. This time, he did not pour it into a glass. He simply drained the remaining half-bottle in one go, as though only alcohol could give him the courage to speak of what had happened back then.
"I'm a native of Greenland, half Inuit and half Danish. Every year, I returned to my father's tribe for a while. I hunted and fished with them too. Many Inuit lived on the ice sheet, so they were very skilled at dealing with harsh weather and surviving in that environment. Back then, I didn't like studying, but I was very interested in things like hunting.
"Although my shooting wasn't very good when I was young, I learned a lot of survival skills on the ice sheet from the old hunters in the tribe. I also knew a little English. I couldn't speak it well, but I could barely manage simple conversations. By chance, I once worked as a guide for a group of photographers filming polar bears. I didn't think much of it at the time—I only wanted to earn some extra money. But after they went back, they recommended me to many friends who wanted to film in Greenland. I was already over twenty then and trying to figure out what to do with my life, so I naturally entered this line of work.
"Other people thought this job was both exhausting and dangerous, but I was born to seek excitement. It suited me quite well, and I quickly made a name for myself. More and more people came looking for me." Sachus sank into his memories.