He growled and snatched the sunscreen from my hand.
"Pwehehehehe… hehehehe."
"You're dead after this."
"Well too bad, I'm already dead inside."
I stood up and looked toward the horizon over the sea.
Kenth noticed what I was doing and followed my gaze. His eyes shifted into snake-like pupils.
He stood up and hopped onto the tree we had been using for shade, trying to get a better view.
After a while, he climbed back down.
"There are no islands nearby."
I figured as much. In the original story, they had been desperate enough to send him, the most physically built character, swimming nearly two kilometers just to scout for anything that could help Azalea's condition.
I pulled out a giant straw hat from storage and handed it to him before stepping out of the shade.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"What else? We're on an island with no food. The next step should be obvious."
"Fishing…"
"Correct."
He stepped out of the shade as well and glanced toward the trees behind us.
