Farpoint's rotation period was not twenty-four hours, so its days and nights stretched unusually long.
When Xia Lun returned to the deck with his fishing rod, brilliant stars still shone across the vault overhead.
Soft starlight fell on the waves. The rippling reflections flashed in rhythm, as though the sea were blinking.
"Splash, splash..."
Seawater washed against the Submarine's hull. Broken waves sprayed white foam onto the deck, where it slowly crept toward a boot.
Xia Lun pulled over an empty Green Box to use as a chair. With a few deft movements, he threaded the line through the rod, attached a hook and red float near the tip, then leisurely rolled a lump of bait from its container. A flick of his thumb secured it to the hook.
He drew a deep breath. Cool, damp air sank through his windpipe into his belly. Straightening his back, Xia Lun lifted his wrist slightly and cast.
Plop.
The hook entered the water without a splash. Xia Lun exhaled slowly and watched the float rise and fall with the waves.
He was a poor fisherman, but he had always enjoyed fishing. It let him empty his mind and enter a state of clarity much like Meditation, sharpening his thoughts.
The Ashen Record actually disappeared. I meant to use it as bait to lure out a suspicious target. Not only did I fail to catch the fish, it ate my bait too. Xia Lun lowered his eyes, feeling a twinge of defeat.
A moment later, he breathed out gently and pushed that useless feeling aside.
If the truth behind this Scenario is Event Life, that madwoman might play a role like the Doctor's. I need to find a good chance to talk to her.
*I remember she smoked before she lost her mind,