Chapter 3 Spearfishing
As I was mulling over whether I should go fishing, Isabella retrieved a wet pouch from the sand behind us.
Before I could even finish my thought, she whipped out a wrinkled, slightly soggy loaf of bread from the bag.
Wait, bread? At first, I was surprised, then kinda bummed. Even if there was bread, it wouldn't be much. The loaf in Isabella's hand was probably the last one on the island.
Feeling a bit ashamed, I swallowed hard at the sight of the bread, my hunger growing stronger.
"If you want some, I can share a bit with you," Isabella said, noticing my embarrassment. She broke off a small piece and handed it to me.
It was a tiny piece, but I knew she was being super generous.
It was clear that even though she was wary of me, she also saw me as a companion. She saved me because if I died, she'd be all alone on the island, and that would freak her out even more.
That might be just part of the reason, but it was definitely there.
Isabella looked reluctantly at the bread she handed me. I knew she didn't want to part with it, just like I wouldn't. I smiled at her and pushed the bread back.
I understand that bread was limited, so I must forage for food myself.
"You don't want it?" Isabella looked at me, puzzled.
"You need it more than I do," I said with a smile. I found a suitable tree branch at the edge of the forest and made a fish spear with the metal piece I found earlier and some scraps of cloth.
While walking around earlier, I had roughly checked out the surrounding area. There was a shallow trench by the beach with fish in it, but catching fish barehanded was tough. Having a fish spear would make it easier.
I loved survival stuff, had some knowledge in this area, and had tried spearfishing before. The fish in the trench were packed tight, making it likely to spear one.
Plus, I had a stronger build than most people. Even though my job wasn't high-ranking, I was pretty popular with women because of my body and, well, my large penis. Every hookup drove those women wild.
Actually, the easiest food to get on a deserted island was fruits or coconuts, but there were no coconut trees on this side of the beach, so I had to search in the dense forest.
But even just by the sea, I could already hear the ferocious roars of wild beasts coming from the dense forest. In my current state of hunger, venturing recklessly into the forest could be dangerous, so spearfishing seemed like the smartest move.
Isabella also didn't go into the jungle, probably thinking the same thing. She was scared, and because of that fear, she saved me.
"Don't bother. I tried just now, and it's impossible to catch fish. They're too slippery. Every time I was about to catch one, it slipped away," Isabella sneered, recounting her experience. It seemed she also understood the importance of food and had tried to get some, but she failed.
I didn't argue back. This annoying woman, Isabella, seemed to have forgotten the danger in front of her; her tone became arrogant again. Arguing wouldn't solve the problem. I knew she looked down on me, which was why I had to let the facts speak for themselves.
I believed that when I caught a fish, she would put away her arrogance. Later, for the sake of food, she would please me. By then, I would let her taste my penis first.
Thinking of her kneeling in front of me, swallowing my penis, I suddenly felt much more cheerful.
I walked to the edge of the trench and carefully chose a suitable spot.
Seeing that I didn't respond, Isabella's face twisted with annoyance. Her plump lips moved a few times, clearly cursing me under her breath.
But she didn't dare to scold me loudly like before. She was scared I might snap and hurt her.
Before she rescued me, she hesitated for a while. Yet, compared to wild beasts, I was still someone familiar to her, her subordinate. Her fear of me was definitely less than her fear of wild beasts.
Even if something bad happened, would it be worse than being eaten by wild beasts?
The sky was getting darker, so I stopped wasting time and started spearfishing. An experienced spearfisher would judge the type, size, direction, and depth of the fish based on the water waves and bubbles, then act decisively.
Although I wasn't super experienced, there were plenty of fish in the bay. With a few tries, I was bound to succeed.
The first time, I came up empty-handed.
Isabella's pretty face showed even more disdain. She seemed almost happy because if I could do something she couldn't, she'd feel ashamed.
I didn't lose patience. After calmly observing, I made my move again. This time, I almost succeeded. I clearly saw my crude fish spear had injured the fish, just not enough to catch it.
This gave me hope. I even saw blood flowing from the injured fish. But it wasn't the right time to try again. Startling the fish twice, I needed to wait for another good opportunity.
As the sea breeze blew, my heart was burning with excitement, but Isabella felt the cold. She finally found a piece of tattered clothing to wrap herself in.
If I were still watching her, I'd probably regret it. After all, she covered up many beautiful parts of her body by doing this.
Seeing that I wasn't acting, Isabella impatiently taunted, "Don't waste your energy. You won't catch any fish. Instead, think about how we're going to spend the night on this island. The nights here are really cold." Her tone was mocking and urgent. She obviously realized the danger. The nights on the island weren't just cold; many wild beasts would also be looking for food at night. It would be even more dangerous then.
But I had already made plans for this. I wasn't going to tell her right now. Letting her feel fear would make her drop her annoying ignorance and arrogance.
Seizing the opportunity for the third time, I made my move again. The fish spear in my hand accurately pierced the water. This time, I succeeded. As I pulled back the fish spear, the metal tip was impaled on a fish weighing over ten pounds.
It was a grouper. I was thrilled and quickly recognized the type of fish. It was an edible sea fish that liked warmth and avoided cold, so it often stayed in shallow waters.
Of course, being able to spear a grouper was very lucky.
I was in a great mood, not even finding Isabella's screams annoying. Instead, I found them kind of funny.
Isabella shouted, "Oh my god, how is this possible? You really caught a fish. Then, we won't be short of food in the future." Isabella was initially incredulous, then somewhat embarrassed, and later, after realizing something, she started jumping around happily.
At this moment, she clearly regarded my catch as our shared achievement. But I had to correct her mistaken idea. "It's me who doesn't lack food, not us."