Night deepened.
The sea breeze swept across the island, carrying a chill.
A large bonfire crackled on the beach, driving away the surrounding darkness and cold.
Repairs to the Seagull were still underway.
The sound of hammering was drowned out by the waves crashing against the rocks.
Gauss Squad and the other sailors sat around the bonfire, waiting for the chubby cook to prepare dinner.
They had brought plenty of meat and provisions down from the ship, so there was no need to worry about food.
For some reason, as he watched the scene before him,
Gauss suddenly felt that it looked strangely familiar.
Late at night, on an island, around a bonfire.
After thinking for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifted.
He knew where the feeling of familiarity came from.
Some memories from his previous life involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Back in the era when short-video entertainment had flourished,
he had often come across clips explaining movies or TV dramas.
A disaster, a group of people stranded on a deserted island—wasn't that the classic opening to a suspense thriller?
The Seagull's hull breach wasn't nearly that serious, but it had indeed forced them to spend a night on the island.
"Gauss, what are you thinking about?"
Seeing him suddenly stare at the bonfire with a mysterious smile, Alya grew curious.
"Nothing. I was just thinking—doesn't this scene resemble the opening of one of those Bard stories, where an adventuring party suffers a disaster and gets stranded on a deserted island?"
Alya blinked.
She looked at the sailors sitting around the bonfire, waiting for their food, then at the silhouette of the Seagull in the distance, lurking in the night like a giant beast, and couldn't help laughing.
"It really does. So, are we about to find