The Fruit of the Pirate

The blue sky is as clear as water, white waves are rolling on the endless sea, and clouds and clouds complement each other at the junction of distant sea and sky.

The salty sea breeze blew by, causing the black hair to flutter. The cold breath made Mosuo sober up, but also made him feel a little melancholy and confused.

There is still a bit of an urge to scold my mother.

A few minutes ago, Mosuo was happily escorting his sister, but now he could only stare at the sea in a daze.

Although Mosso usually feels good when watching time-travel-themed works, when he experienced it himself, his mood was a bit uncertain.

What's the situation now?where is this place?What to do next...

All kinds of questions were tumbling in Mosuo's mind, but he couldn't come up with any results after thinking about them.

He didn't like this obvious feeling of being arranged.

Mo Suo simply stood up, brushed away the gravel under him, and stood on the beach looking at himself.

The reflection on the sea was a little dark, with the white sky reflected underneath, but it was still clear enough for Mosso to see his own appearance.

Her black hair fluttered in the sea breeze, her clear and transparent eyes were gray, her features were delicate and handsome, and her figure was tall and thin.

Her looks are perfect, and she looks like either a rich second generation or a young man, like a handsome boy from a comic book.

"It would be nice to be able to reconnect with the physical relationship network. The most important thing now is the information about this world." Moso thought in his mind.

Suddenly in an unfamiliar environment, without any support or foundation, we can only settle down by collecting enough intelligence.

But Mosuo didn’t have nothing when he traveled to this world.

In addition to the clothes on his body, the original owner also left him a mysterious iron box.

Mosso looked at the iron box next to him, picked it up and looked through it carefully, weighing it and it was still heavy.

This is an iron box in the style of a treasure chest, made entirely of white iron, and tightly locked with an iron lock made of the same material.

This appearance reminded Mo Suo of the silver treasure chest in the krypton gold game he once played. This kind of treasure chest usually does not yield anything good, but only cheats for krypton.

Mosso searched all over his body again, but did not find the so-called key. He only took out some fine sand from his pocket.

Is the iron box not belonging to the original owner or is the key lost?Mosso frowned.

He had great expectations for this box. If the contents were urgently needed supplies or information, it would be very necessary.

Mosso tried a few more times and found that the iron box was indeed difficult to shake, so he defined it as waste.

But he still kept the iron box with him, thinking that there would always be a way to open it.

Next, he wanted to find out where he was now.

The sea, the beach, the desert, there are not many places that can meet these conditions at the same time.

He had a terrible suspicion.

Mosso marked the spot and started walking along the seaside.

An hour later, Mosso silently stared at the triangle he had drawn before, feeling a little dazed.

Something is wrong!

Mosuo was silent and almost going crazy. His suspicion was confirmed and the worst case scenario emerged.

This is a desert island in the sea!

The desert island is surrounded by the boundless sea. If he wants to leave, he can only cross the sea. It is almost impossible for him alone.

That is to add a side dish to the creatures in the sea.

Maybe the only chance to escape is for someone to rescue him, but in this vast sea, the possibility is simply ignored.

Mosso was truly speechless. He was confused as to whether he had offended someone or whether he had done something wrong. He was treated like this.

What kind of cruelty has life dealt to him?

Or is this the true gesture of time travel?

But what about NPCs?What about Goldfinger?Just give me a broken iron box that can't be opened?Is this a stand-alone game that doesn't require an Internet connection?

If there really is a God in the world, then he will lose his parents at this moment.

The endless complaints in Mosuo's heart finally turned into a sigh. He restrained himself from thinking about it, because complaining and complaining had no effect.

The most important thing now is how to survive on this desert island before we can plan the next step.

I don’t know if there is any next step.

Mosso turned his attention to the dense jungle at the edge of the beach.

For now, if Mosso wants to survive on this desert island, there are three core issues that need to be solved: shelter, food and fresh water.

"Zi," Mosuo sighed, "what a beast."

Fortunately, Mosso had become particularly obsessed with wilderness survival a few years ago, and even went to relevant bases for special training and experience.

But they were all led by professionals. Now that Mosso is alone, how many days he can survive depends on how much he has learned from the previous games.

Mosuo walked into the jungle. The trees in the jungle were mottled with shadows and overgrown with weeds. Mosuo didn't see any life except the wildly growing plants.

This is both good news and bad news for Mosso.

The good news is that Mosso no longer has to worry about wild beast attacks, which will greatly improve his survival rate.

But the bad news is that Mosso can't find cute animals, so he can't get meat.

Mosuo clasped his hands together and silently worshiped Lord Bader and Lord Bei in his heart, while also telling all the gods he had worshiped in his previous life to get lost.

After walking through the forest for a while, Mosso quickly found an open space, sheltered by the surrounding trees, turning the violent ultraviolet rays into soft light.

After choosing a campsite, Mosuo walked through the forest and scoured the desert island to find all available resources.

On this day, the plants on this island finally recalled the fear of being dominated by humans.

Wood, long leaves, vines... Mosso packed the collected things into balls and brought them back to the camp.

Two hours later, a wooden cone appeared in the chosen campsite.

Mosso looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction. Although it couldn't be said to be beautiful, it should at least be waterproof.

Mosso stretched his body and felt the deep fatigue in his body's protest.

But now is not the time to rest, all the work must be done before dark.

Mosso took a breath, and the next step was the most important step in survival-making a fire.

Fire provides heat, cooks food, warns against wild beasts, and dispels darkness.

In the wild, fire symbolizes hope.

With fire, the probability of survival will be directly increased by more than half.

Mosso held a sharpened wooden stick, struck it into the recess of a wooden block, placed hay around it, and then rubbed his hands wildly.

Not long after, smoke began to emit from the rotating place, and then it got bigger and bigger, making Mo Suo's eyes sore.

Mosso resisted the urge to cry and blew slowly into the hay while still rubbing his hands wildly.

With a "pop" sound, the hay was ignited and glowed.

Mosso quickly placed it on the pile of wood, and after a while, the fire ignited.

Then he took out a few coconuts that had been smashed with stones and put them next to the fire to heat them up. Mosso looked up at the sky and realized that it had become dark at some point.

Mosso felt a little comfortable and lay on his back on the bed made of wide leaves.

At this moment, the deep night sky is full of stars, the stars are brilliant and grand, and the beauty is breathtaking.

But Mosuo, despite all his eyesight, could not find any similarity between this starry sky and the starry sky in his previous life.

There is no North Star, and the outline of Aries and Virgin cannot be found. The memory of the past life is as far away as this starry sky.

Mosuo felt that the night sky was lonely and empty for a moment, and an indescribable emotion came to his heart.

"What is this! WC!"

……

In the jungle shelter nearby, a pair of bright eyes stared at this strange two-legged beast and tilted its head.