Located in the strait between Vancouver Island and the North American mainland, there is a small island called Anla, which is more than ten nautical miles from the mainland. Because Vancouver Island blocks the rough waves of the Pacific Ocean, the surrounding area of the island is mostly calm.

Angla Island is crescent-shaped, with a curved part in the middle forming a natural sheltered harbor. There are two to three hundred households on the island, basically descendants of British immigrants, most of whom are engaged in fishery production and processing.

In the middle of the island is a small town where the inhabitants of the island are concentrated. The town's only public place is the bar run by Feller Sr. and his adopted daughter Olena, which is where the island's inhabitants meet and entertain, and when they have their free time, they gather in the bar to chat over refreshing Canadian whiskey, watch a ball game, or gamble a few handfuls, and there are three tables in the corner of the bar for those who like to play cards.

Old Feller was one of the few people on the island who did not fish. He was a man of integrity, kindness, and helpfulness, which made him very popular with the islanders. Old Ferrer was also a fisherman, and after a shipwreck, he was left with the whole boat, and since then he has given up fishing and opened a wine bar on the island.

After a while, Old Feller would sail his dinghy to the mainland to make a purchase to replenish the goods that the wine bar had consumed. At the same time, he also helped the inhabitants of the island to bring what they needed, and Old Feller was always happy to help others.

The elder Feller was over sixty years old, and many years of training in the sea wind and waves made him a strong elephant cow, and the way he sailed on the sea in a dinghy was easily reminiscent of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea", and he himself looked like Hemingway. With a gray beard and a tall and mighty body, if you participate in the Hemingway imitation show held every year, you will definitely win the championship.

Olena was sitting excitedly on the bow of the boat, admiring the beautiful scenery of the strait, and a sweet smile always appeared on Olina's face, as if she had never felt unpleasant in her heart. What is plain in the eyes of others is beautiful in her eyes. I don't know how many times I've been back and forth with my stepfather, but she can't get enough of the scenery on the sea.

Every time she goes to land to buy shopping, it is when she is most happy, because she can take the opportunity to buy a few of her favorite accessories, and she is the age when she pays the most attention to her appearance.

Olena has just turned nineteen this year, with blond hair in a shawl, sapphire eyes, a high nose, and an innate noble temperament, making Olena the undisputed princess of the island of Arla, and the young people of the island like to revolve around her when they have anything to do. Several young people rushed to express their love to her, but Olina neither nodded nor refused, making it difficult for people to guess her thoughts.

More than 10 years ago, the lone old Ferrer returned to England and brought Olena to Allah. The inhabitants of the island only knew that the two were related, as if Olina's parents had died of illness and entrusted her to old Ferrer, but no one knew the details.

The dinghy was loaded with cargo and sailed to the island of Anla, the sun began to set in the west, the bright sun cast gold ripples on the sea, the fresh sea breeze blew Olina's long blonde hair fluttering, looking at the blue sea, she couldn't help but sing loudly, beautiful singing floating on the sea.

Suddenly, Olena saw something floating on the sea in front of her, and in order to see more clearly, she stood up and held the side of the boat with her hand to look ahead.

This time Olena saw clearly, it was a person floating there, up and down with the waves. Olena hurriedly shouted to Old Feller into the cockpit.

"Daddy, stop the boat, there's a man in the sea. Olena shouted as she slapped her hand on the outer wall of the cabin.

Old Feller poked his head out of the cockpit window and asked, "Olina, what's the matter?"

Olena pointed to the surface of the sea and said loudly, "There is a man floating in the sea." ”

Old Feller looked in the direction of Olena's finger, and sure enough, there was a man floating in front of him, his arms outstretched, as if he had died. Old Feller thought that no matter what, he would rescue the people first, and the ships sailing at sea would be obligated to lend a helping hand when they saw the people in distress.

Old Feller hurriedly turned off the thrusters, slowed down the ship, and then leaned down on the window and said to Olina: "I will lean the boat over, and you hook his clothes with a lifebar." ”

Olena quickly ran to the back and grabbed a lifebar more than two meters long, and Old Feller skillfully steered the dinghy towards the floating man. Seeing that Olena hooked the man with a life-saving lever, Old Feller stopped the machine and got out of the cockpit, leaned on the ship's pillar, and grabbed the man's arm.

When Olena saw that her father had caught the man, she hurriedly threw the life-saving pole onto the deck and helped Old Feller drag the man from the sea onto the boat. They lifted the rescued man to the stern of the boat and gently laid him down on the deck.

The rescued man turned out to be a young yellow man, his face was pale without a trace of blood, the skin on his hands was wrinkled by the seawater, his eyes were closed, and there were several circular wounds on his body, which had been soaked in the sea and turned white.

Old Feller laid the young man flat on the deck, leaned down and put his ear to his chest and listened.

"Are you still alive?" asked Olina softly, crouching to the side.

Old Feller raised his head and hurriedly said, "There is still a heartbeat, but it is very weak, quickly carry him into the cabin, now his body temperature is very low, and it will not work for a long time." ”

The two of them carried the young man into the cabin, and Olena found some old Feller's clothes to cover him. Without hesitation, he held his upper body in his arms and warmed the rescued person with his body.

"You take care of him, you have to sail back to the island at once, I see his wounds are like guns, and I need to get Pete to treat him. Old Feller hurried back to the cockpit, started the machine, and headed for Allah Island at full speed.

The young man who was rescued by the two of them was Jiang Wuwei, he was injured and jumped into the sea, and swam to the bottom of the ship with a mouthful, he guessed that the enemy would definitely shoot into the sea, so he swam through the bottom of the boat to the other side of the boat.

Because the ship was not loaded with cargo and the draft was shallow, it was not difficult to dive over from the bottom of the cabin. Jiang Wuwei came out from the other side of the boat and gasped, worried that the people on the boat would come here to look for him, so he dived into the sea again and swam along the hull to the tail of the boat.

After diving to the bottom of the sea, Jiang Wuwei could still feel the pain on his body at first, after the wound was soaked in seawater, it was first severe pain, and then gradually numb, and he didn't feel anything.

Jiang Wuwei finally poked his head out of the propeller at the tail, because the cargo ship had been moored here for a long time, and some sea creatures and seaweed were attached to the bottom of the ship and the paddles, just enough to cover Wuwei.

Hidden in the stern of the boat for more than half an hour, because of the bleeding wound, Jiang Wuwei felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and his body had no strength, Jiang Wuwei knew that he had to swim to the shore quickly, otherwise he would soon lose his strength and sink to the bottom of the sea, so he left the cargo ship and began to swim to the shore.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by the people on the boat, Wuwei did not dare to swim directly to the shore, and first swam forward in the direction of the hull for a certain distance before swimming to the shore, and Wuwei swam hard to swim forward in the direction of the stern.

After swimming for a distance, Jiang Wuwei felt that his physical strength was getting worse and worse, and his movements were getting slower and slower, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the direction of the water was wrong, and the sea seemed to be starting to ebb.

Jiang Wuwei found that no matter how hard he swam, his body drifted towards the depths of the sea with the sea, and it was getting farther and farther away from the coast......

Jiang Wuwei felt that his strength was really too small, floating on the sea like an ant, he could only watch the coast disappear in his field of vision, and finally he simply gave up the struggle and let his body drift farther and farther away with the current.

The desire to survive inspired Jiang Wuwei, and he tried his best to keep his brain awake, and there was only one thought in his heart, persistence, persistence......

In order to conserve his strength, Jiang Wuwei no longer swims, but allows himself to float on the sea, drifting with the current, I don't know how long it took, Wuwei felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and finally lost consciousness......

The location where Jiang Wuwei fell into the water is the strait between Vancouver and the North American continent, and there are ships sailing in it anytime and anywhere, so sharks generally do not swim into the strait, and Wuwei is not attacked, otherwise he will definitely die.