Before, whenever I came home, if not the whole crew, at least most of them would be at the airport to greet me. Now, it's come down to just a single Inuit.
"Wawa, I brought some Emperor Crabs back from Saint Paul Island. They're in the plane. You and Nash get them and take them to the restaurant so everyone can have a taste."
With that, Feng Shan hopped on a snowmobile and headed for the camp.
Wawa stared at his receding figure. He hadn't even had a chance to tell him what Erica had asked before Khilla took off.
'What am I supposed to do now?'
Entering the camp.
The afternoon sun spilled across the land, bathing the entire camp in a warm glow.
The walls of Su Ziweng's Chinatown restaurant were finished, its traditional Chinese architecture standing out prominently against the rest of the camp.
The interior was now being renovated. Workers bustled about inside, and the air was filled with the mixed sounds of their tools.
