After the New Year, the temperature plummeted to minus fifteen degrees, and a thick fog once again rose over the sea.
The waves were also crashing against the shore more and more frequently. The sea was a tempest of monstrous waves, and watching it from the island was enough to make your skin crawl.
Evelyn Ford had to admire the cabin's resilience. Every time a storm rolled in, the wooden structure would sway from side to side, looking as if it might be blown away or fall apart at any moment, but it always held strong.
Aside from their daily trips to gather fish and shrimp and haul in their iron cages and fishing nets, the two of them hardly went out anymore.
Evelyn continued to work inside the cabin, making clothes and shoes, stocking her space with cooked food, steaming buns, brewing poisons, and occasionally even putting on a face mask to take care of her skin.
