Growing up inland, Roch had a longing for the sea as a child, dreaming of one day sailing the ocean, but as he grew older, he gradually realized that it was impossible, and he forgot about it.

But I didn't expect this dream to come true in this different world... Despite the way you expect it to be... So much difference - what he wanted was a Titanic.

In a word.

Although the raft is very different from the Titanic, Roshi is still very much looking forward to this ocean full of unknowns.

The ocean did not disappoint him.

The gentle wind propelled the raft across the ocean, and when the morning sun rose, the early morning sun illuminated the sparkling sea as if there was a lot of gold buried inside.

When the sun is fully up, you can always see sea fish swimming through the water, mostly whitebait, and they always come out in groups, like a long silver line across the blue ocean.

Occasionally, you can see colorful fish species such as blue and yellow striped damselflies, and Roshi also sees starfish and jellyfish octopuses surfacing to the surface.

What impressed him was a school of flying fish, they swam from a distance, jumped out of the sea, and the sea suddenly sounded a crackling sound, and a large number of flying fish flew over Roshi's head, and Roshi hurriedly put away the sails to avoid being hit by the school of flying fish.

However, many of them still hit the mast and the grass hut, and then fell onto the raft, and many more jumped directly on the raft, and the raft was piled up in just a moment.

By the time the flying fish had passed, the draft of the raft had sunk a lot, and the grass shed had even been knocked out of a small hole.

Luo Xi freed some baskets and loaded them in, but more could only be put back into the sea, and some could not be seen and thrown to passing seabirds.

The seagull is Roshi's most common seabird and his favorite sight, as it has become his only guide who can judge the direction of land.

Occasionally, they would rest on Roshi's raft, and Roshi would always fetch a few fish from the basket and feed them, some of the seagulls would be scared away, but after flying away from the raft for a while, they would usually quickly take the fish away, and some of the brave ones would simply enjoy it on the raft after a few gouging with their paws.

The sea view is most beautiful at night, especially when the wind and waves are calm.

At that time, the sea surface will be smooth like a mirror, reflecting all the scenery on the sky, and the bright stars will be all over the night sky, and at the same time fill the whole sea, at this time, the sea surface will seem to merge with the sky, and it is impossible to distinguish where is the sky and where is the sea, as if you are in the universe.

Whenever he encounters such a situation, Roshi will always stand on the raft and quietly enjoy the taste of silence and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

And when the scenery came into view, in addition to sighing at the beauty of nature, Roch gradually had more yearning for the profession of wizard, a yearning other than survival.

There are too many wonderful things in this world, but it is a pity that the short life can only peek at the tip of its iceberg, and into the long river of time, the future will be able to receive infinite expectations...

Oceans aren't entirely rosy either, in fact it's bad a lot of the time, like storms.

Whenever they arrived, the raft would shake so badly that it would not be possible to even have a normal meal, let alone meditate.

The waves under the rainstorm were very large, and many times they could be rolled up several meters high, so Roch could only lie on top of the raft, holding on to the raft to prevent himself from being swept away by the waves, and he worried more than once about the strength of his raft.

The most thrilling thing was a waterspout, under the action of the strong wind, hundreds of meters of waves were rolled up high, like a line connecting the sea and the sky.

Fortunately, Roshi was still far away at that time, and the dark clouds of the storm had not yet rolled over this way, so he quickly jumped into the sea and pushed the raft to the side to dodge.

In the past few years on the island, he has inevitably practiced very good swimming skills, coupled with the strength of approaching the knight, he finally avoided the waterspout that swept over, if he let that kind of thing sweep the raft, the consequences are really unimaginable.

Despite the fact that the crisis has passed, bad things have happened.

It was one night after three months of drifting.

There was a storm on the sea, and this time the storm came very violently, and wave after wave of several meters high pushed Roshi's raft high several times, and fell heavily on the sea.

Although he had expected such a situation on the island and deliberately made a lot of reinforcement with hemp rope, when the raft fell heavily on the surface of the sea and made a violent sound, Roshi still couldn't help pinching the cold sweat in his heart, and secretly prayed over and over again that the raft would not be crushed in the waves.

It was the morning of the third day when the waves passed, and the tenacity of the seaweed did not disappoint Roshi, who still held the raft firmly in the midst of such a violent storm.

However, only one skeleton remained in the grass shed on the raft, and Roshi's stone pot was also sunk into the sea, in addition to more than half of the basket and water purifier damaged.

It is not possible to have a grass shed on the sea, and he will dry Roshi in the sun, and when the wind and waves are calm, he puts on the gills of the deep sea and dives into the water to collect some kelp and aquatic plants, and catches a big shell, which is not good without a pot, and even if he does not consider parasites, he does not like to eat it raw.

The storm was a very annoying problem for Roshi on the sea, but it wasn't what bothered him the most, what really made him feel irritated was the boredom!

Yes.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, there will always be times when you get tired of it.

When he was on the isolated island, because of the pressure of survival, he spent most of his time in a meditative state, and when he was bored, he also had a large range of activities to sing and dance to entertain himself.

On the ocean, because of the wind and waves and the need to constantly observe the sky, there was only a small amount of time to meditate, and he stayed alone on the raft, and gradually, Roshi became a little bored.

By the time he had been drifting for half a year, he would tiptoe up and look into the distance almost every once in a while, expecting the appearance of a landing or a passing ship.

After being disappointed again and again, he became a little irritable, and he began to talk non-stop, to himself, to tell stories, to act in plays, to sing loudly, to dispatch loneliness and loneliness, and to prevent himself from losing his ability to speak.

This method had a certain effect, but it was the helplessness that really restored Roshi's calm.

Yes.

No matter how irritated he was, how much he vented, it didn't make sense at this time, and he couldn't go anywhere except this little raft.

As time passed, after three months of irritability, Roshi slowly forgot about the irritability, but still told himself some jokes and stories every day to pass the time, and then, he calmed down again.

Gradually, he forgot his irritability, and no longer looked forward to the land that appeared every day, and began to get used to this boring life, and got used to the taste of loneliness.

Time passed slowly, when it was more than 500 days old.

That afternoon, Roshi, who had just finished lunch, stood on the raft as usual to observe the day's sky, and after making sure that there would be no storm, he chattered about Pinocchio's fairy tale while preparing to return to the shed to meditate.

But he had just taken a few steps back when he suddenly stopped.

He turned around again, looking in the same direction again.

Then, he rubbed his cloudy old eyes.

Rubbed it again...

Then, his eyes widened in disbelief!

He jumped to his feet in excitement, his old body standing straight, and waved his arms vigorously.

"Hey, help, help me!"

In the distance, where the sea and the sky meet, a black dot slowly enlarges in the field of vision, and the white sail is waving in the wind!