Stranded on an island with beautiful females

After a moment of excitement, I called up Winford to get ready for some fishing in the sea. With him tagging along, I wouldn't be on my own anymore. Zoey stayed back to keep an eye on the kiln.

Before we left, I handed Zoey a wooden spear I had made earlier that morning for protection, and Winford checked the kiln to make sure everything was in order.

Once we were sure everything was good, I grabbed the other wooden spear and followed Winford towards the shallow waters where he had spotted fish the day before.

After a bit of walking, Winford pointed ahead and said that was the spot where he saw the fish yesterday.

As we got closer, we saw some fish swimming around. They were pretty big and seemed totally chill, like they didn't even notice us coming.

Winford explained, "These fish might seem relaxed, but they're super quick. I spent all afternoon yesterday trying to catch them and didn't get a single one. Every time I got close, they'd zip away."

He continued, glaring at the fish, "And then they'd come right back, like they were mocking me."

Listening to Winford, I realized these fish were going to be a challenge. They seemed to think it was all a game, swimming back after darting away. If Winford couldn't catch them, they must be really fast. I decided to give it a shot and see for myself.

I signaled Winford to stay quiet and crept up to the fish. They didn't react at all, as Winford said.

I was about to see how fast these fish really were.

I slowly raised my wooden spear, aimed at the closest fish, and thrust it down. The fish were lightning fast. Before my spear even touched the water, they darted several feet away, leaving only their shadows behind.

Catching these fish alone with a wooden spear seemed impossible. Even if I tried to predict their movements, they were too quick.

But with Winford and me working together, I thought we might have a chance.

I noticed that while the fish were fast, it was just a quick burst; they couldn't sustain it for long. Most importantly, they swam in a straight line and couldn't turn quickly.

I needed to confirm my theory, so I tried a few more times. I didn't catch any fish, but I was sure my observation was right.

Winford, watching me fail repeatedly, sighed and said, "These fish are too fast. Maybe we should think about making a fishing net instead."

I shook my head and said, "No, we can catch them with the wooden spear."

Winford looked doubtful and asked, "Didn't you just try several times and fail?" I explained the pattern I had noticed. Winford was surprised. He had spent all day trying to catch these fish and hadn't noticed these details. He admired my observation skills for a moment.

Still, he had doubts. "But even if you noticed these details, what's the use? They're still too fast for us to catch."

I smiled and said, "Let's give it another shot. I have an idea."

I explained. "Here's the plan: one of us drives the fish from behind to make them swim in a straight line, while the other waits ahead with the spear, ready to strike. This way, we might actually catch them."

Winford looked skeptical, considering how fast those fish were. Even if they swam in a straight line, predicting their movements and catching them seemed tough.

But after thinking it over, he realized it might just work, even if it was challenging. It was better than having no chance at all.

So, we gave it a shot. Winford chased the fish from behind, and I tried to predict their path and spear them from the front.

An hour went by, and I still hadn't caught a single fish. But instead of getting discouraged, we were more determined than ever.

At first, I was way off with my spearing. But after an hour, I started getting the hang of it. I could predict when the fish would swim in front of me, though I was still just missing them.

This progress gave us hope. We just needed more practice.

Sure enough, after another half hour, I finally caught our first fish. It was nearly ten pounds, and we were thrilled. That one fish was enough to feed me, Zoey, and Winford for a day. And catching the first one meant we could catch more.

We put the fish in a safe spot and decided to keep going while we had the chance. Even if we couldn't eat all the fish right away, we could smoke them to preserve them.

The kiln was almost ready to be fired, and once it was, we'd be staying put for a few days to make pottery. Having pottery would make life a lot easier.

But staying put meant we needed to stock up on food now.

With our improved coordination, we caught five more fish. Then we called it a day.

With about six fish weighing around seventy pounds, it was already a challenge to carry them back. Plus, without seasonings, dried fish wouldn't taste great. I decided to wait until the pottery was ready to make some fresh fish soup.

Each of us carried three fish back to the shelter. Despite being busy for hours, we felt energized.

As we got closer to the shelter, I saw Zoey keeping an eye on the kiln, occasionally glancing in our direction.

When she saw us, she started to run towards us but hesitated, looking back at the kiln. She kept an eye on the kiln while glancing at us.

When we got closer, Zoey couldn't resist and ran over to us.

She reached us and, feeling a bit shy under Winford's gaze, just helped me carry one of the fish and walked back to the shelter.

Seeing this, Winford, feeling a bit left out, said, "Hey, Zoey, why don't you give me a hand? Zach doesn't really need your help, and I'm exhausted. I'm the one who needs your help."

Zoey, already feeling shy, didn't look up and quickened her pace towards the shelter, leaving Winford behind.

Seeing Winford's frustrated expression, I took one of the fish from him to help out. Unlike me, who exercised regularly, Winford clearly wasn't used to this kind of physical activity. He was sweating, and his clothes were soaked.

After I took a fish from him, he took a deep breath and said, "I envy you. A beautiful lady like her is so devoted to you."