After waiting a while, the last member of their group came rushing in with a backpack. Once he was in the boat, Pietro and Sandro started rowing hard. It was a little awkward at first, but being boys, they quickly got the hang of it.
The boat headed for the island.
That evening, they sat at the memorial hall and enjoyed peace for the first time in a long while. There were not many supplies here, but then again, there were no monsters either. Everyone sat dazed on the benches, looking at the sea or the sky.
"Today we'll rest, eat, and sleep, and tomorrow we'll start working hard again, okay?"
"Okay."
