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The sky is still bright, and the calm above the sea has long been broken by the fishermen who make a living from fishing, and the sea breeze blows very strongly, and the faces of the people who blow are painful.

But the fishermen, who had long been accustomed to it, did not care.

The fishermen of Flying Fish Island sail the seas one after another, scattering from each other, but eventually coming together, all of them with years of sailing experience to form a huge semi-circular pattern.

This is a very difficult operation, especially when there is no light, all with natural light and the perception of the position, but if one person is wrong in perception, all the work will be lost, and this is one of the difficulties that hinders aggregation fishing.

At this time, a large hollowed-out iron ball will be hung under each ship, and as the ship moves, the whole large iron ball will make a strange sound, like the swimming and roaring sound of a large hunter tiger shark.

It's a sound that can't be heard by the human ear, but it's all too familiar to the fish that live in the ocean, and naturally swim and be driven away by this sound.

It's a favorite way for Faroese fishermen to keep fish away during the winter hunting days, just sailing, not doing anything else, and even taking a break from the early morning cold with a few sips of warm-up spirits.

In the center of the other ships was a large ship, on both sides of which hung several heavy hollow iron pipes, long and short, with many strange patterns all over them, and beside each of them stood a fierce man, each holding a solid iron rod in his hand.

If you don't know, you think it's a strange show.

There is a huge sea lantern hanging under the big ship, which is not very bright, but the transmission is extremely high, and it can easily attract fish in the surrounding area for almost three nautical miles.

With a "poof", Doku jumped out of the sea, threw the harpoon in his hand onto the deck, and jumped out of the sea with both hands.

"It's okay, Qihaige." Doku shouted to the crowd on the ship.

"Bell"

The man standing at the front rang the first iron pipe engraved with mysterious runes, and the vibrato sounded again and again, like the sound of a bell, thick and distant, with an extremely special magic.

The iron pipes below the sea water also began to tremble because of the impact from above, causing ripples in the surrounding seawater.

As the first sound sounded, the other men also began to beat the iron pipes near them, and the sound was continuous, and the sound was endless, and the sound was extremely pleasant.

It is a unique hailing song on Flying Fish Island, and it can only be heard during the Winter Hunting Festival.

The iron pipes of different lengths are one note after another, and the sound produced by different notes is also different under the percussion, forming a movement to catch the sea.

At this time, under the big ship, the ripples emitted by the various iron pipes dissolved and fused under the interaction, forming a huge sound wave, which was transmitted into the distance.

Humans may not be able to hear, but schools of fish that are sensitive to current are extremely sensitive, especially when there are invisible tiger sharks swimming around, and the ripples represent safety and warmth.

It will swim towards the location of the sound, and coupled with the unique phototaxis of the animals, every winter hunting day is always full of harvest.

If you look down, you can see a school of black fish surrounded by several iron pipes.

Doku, who was lying on the deck and looking down, stood up, picked up a firework next to him, and turned it down.

Under the huge impact, Doku almost fell, and at this time, an orange-red firework rose into the air and finally disappeared into the night sky.

In addition to notifying other ships to return home.

The fireworks are a kind of prayer, announcing the beginning of the winter hunting day, praying for the blessings of the gods and ancestors, and being able to return with a full load, which is a custom unique to Flying Fish Island.

At this time, above the sea,, Raff, and Ivan had already put down their big ones, looking forward to an excellent harvest today.

"It's almost all there, just wait for them to come back." Woop looked at the fishing that followed the undulating waves and was very satisfied.

At this time, the sea and air junction have begun to turn white, and although the sun has not yet come out, the scenery is also extremely beautiful.

"Take a bite?" Raff took out the liquor he was carrying in his arms and said to.

"Wait a minute, they're back." Wope spoke.

At this time, more than a dozen boats could be seen approaching on the sea level, and even the quaint but extremely pleasant sound of beating could be faintly heard, and the people who drove away the fish returned.

Below the sea level, countless schools of fish gathered, and the men on the boat were already a little exhausted, countless beads of sweat seeped out of their pores, and their whole bodies seemed to have experienced a heavy rain.

You must know that it is extremely exhausting to beat such a huge iron pipe, and only the strongest young man on Flying Fish Island has the physical strength to do it.

But one way or another, now they have returned.

Through the seawater, you can see a large group of black fish below, huge, very many species, a cursory look, all of them are fat and strong, can buy a good price, this is a good harvest of winter hunting day.

Except for the big ship where Doku was, the boats in the middle of the semicircle had secretly laid down their fishing, and the boats near the edge had scooped up the fish they had put down before, hung it on their own boats, and waited for it.

"Bang Bang Bang"

It didn't take long for the fish to touch the big one, and the sea surface suddenly surged, and countless fish began to flee, disturbing the entire sea water, and even some fish jumped out of the sea, vainly trying to escape from the fish.

More than an hour later, the early sun had just shown its small head, and the sea had returned to its original calm.

Countless big fish, packed into the fish cabin, the fishermen all showed happy expressions, this time it was undoubtedly a big harvest, and even encountered a lot of rare fish, which simply broke the strongest record for so many years.

At this time, everyone gathered in the small kitchen of the ship's boat, and began to cook seafood, as the first meal of breakfast, red crabs full of fat, tender and plump small fleshy fish, or steamed, or boiled water.

People who live by the sea are the people who know how to eat seafood the most, and they don't need to be complicated to cook, just ordinary cooking, which can highlight the flavor of the ingredients themselves, which is endlessly memorable.

"Your kid's food luck is really good, he hasn't had such a good harvest for many years." Wopu broke the red crab's thick red legs and smiled at Ivan.

"I knew that I took Ivan to sea a few years ago, and it was like being blessed by the gods, which made people jealous." Doku said jealously.

"Come on, Ivan, this biggest crab is for you." One spoke, and as he spoke, he walked over to Ivan's side and continued with a look like a licking dog.

"Now you know how good I am." Ivan turned out to be a red crab, and he had a stumbling face, with a villain's expression of triumph, and he was extremely underbeaten.

"Yes, yes, we're the light of Flying Fish, Ivan, but we're proud." The man continued to boast.

"Not really."

"It's still inflated when you say a few words, you treat you as a pufferfish." Raff's words drew laughter from the crowd. 11

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