"Not a single bit can be wasted. This is our hope for survival." These words resonated deeply in everyone's heart. The initial fear and confusion faded from their eyes, replaced by an unwavering determination. Those eyes, though dimmed slightly by exhaustion and hunger, now shone with a blazing light. Xiao Yi's gaze was deep and resolute. He clenched his teeth, as if devoting all his strength to protecting this last hope. His eyes revealed an unquestionable resolve, as if telling everyone that no matter how difficult the situation, there could be no slacking or complacency. Beside him, Li Hua's eyes were bloodshot, but the gleam of determination remained undimmed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the meager amount of food and water in his hands, as if locking them in his gaze, not allowing a single drop to go to waste. And there was the elderly, Old Wang, his weather-beaten face etched with wrinkles, and now those wrinkles seemed to speak of his resolve. His eyes held a calm and resolute look, a testament to the vicissitudes of life, as if to tell everyone that as long as they adhered to the principle of not wasting, they would surely overcome the current predicament. The others were the same, their gazes devoid of hesitation or retreat. They knew full well that every drop of water, every bite of food, could mean the difference between life and death. On this vast ocean, there was no escape; only by clinging to the hope of survival and relying on unwavering determination could there be hope for survival.

Their outermost garments bore the marks of time, appearing worn and ragged. The fabric had long since faded its vibrant color, becoming a dull, mottled gray, and covered in patches of all sizes, as if a testament to the countless hardships and dangers they had endured. However, don't underestimate these seemingly tattered garments; they possess remarkable wind resistance and warmth. Though rough, the material is remarkably resilient, effectively shielding against the sea breeze. When the chilly wind howled in, attempting to penetrate this barrier, the garment's tightly interwoven fibers formed a sturdy barrier, effectively preventing the wind from gaining entry. The collar, cuffs, and hem of the garments were meticulously finished, tightly banded to prevent even the slightest hint of cold wind from escaping. The high, raised collar protected the neck, preventing the cold wind from directly entering the body. The cuffs fitted snugly around the wrists, while the hem sat snugly around the waist and hips, effectively shielding the cold from the elements. In the biting sea breeze, these clothes are like close allies, tightly wrapping their bodies and delivering their only remaining warmth. Every inch of fabric seems to silently work, giving them strength and courage to withstand the harsh cold. Even when the winds outside are raging and the chill is biting, this vital layer of protection gives them a sense of warmth and comfort in the harsh environment, supporting them to continue moving forward and not be defeated by the cold.

"Thanks to these clothes, I don't know how I would have gotten through this otherwise." The man's voice trembled slightly, and he subconsciously tugged at the hem of his shirt, his eyes filled with deep gratitude. His fingers clutched the frayed hem tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline. Recalling those times when he shivered in the cold sea breeze, if it weren't for these seemingly tattered yet incredibly warm clothes, he felt he would have frozen to death, losing the strength to continue. A warm current surged in his heart, and his thoughts drifted to the difficult times of the past. Whenever the cold wind blew, the icy breath like sharp needles, trying to pierce his skin and penetrate his bones, it was these clothes, like loyal guards, stubbornly resisting the wind's invasion. Every howl of the sea breeze was like a cruel test, and these clothes always provided him with a rare shelter, allowing him to feel a sense of warmth in despair. Now, he looked at the clothes on his body, his eyes filled with awe and gratitude. He knew that these were more than just a few ordinary pieces of clothing; they were the guarantee of their survival on this vast ocean, the sturdy support that sustained them through one cold night after another. A wave of gratitude welled up in his heart, and he vowed to cherish this hard-earned warmth, relying on this protection to persevere to the end and find hope for survival.

Fortunately, during this difficult journey, they still managed to maintain a steady supply of food. Carefully stored in the corners of the cabin, each portion felt incredibly precious. The food was limited in variety, consisting mostly of simple dry rations like hard bread, compressed biscuits, and a small amount of canned goods. Every day, when the food was distributed, everyone's eyes would be fixed on the meager supplies, their hearts pounding with a desire for food and a sense of uncertainty about the future. Though not abundant, this food was their lifeblood. The hard bread required considerable effort to bite into, its texture rough and tasteless, yet each bite brought a sense of fullness, providing a jolt of energy to their weakened bodies. The compressed biscuits, though dry and difficult to swallow, were rich in essential nutrients, providing some relief from hunger. The canned goods, on the other hand, were a rare delicacy, each small amount of meat or vegetables filling them with a profound sense of satisfaction. With each meal, they chewed their food carefully, trying to keep it in their stomachs as long as possible to fully absorb the nutrients. Although these foods cannot satisfy the taste buds, they can at least allow them to maintain basic physical strength, giving them the strength to face the challenges brought by the sea and the hope to continue on this unknown journey.

"As long as there's something to eat, there's still a chance of survival." This sentence kept echoing in everyone's heart, like a mantra that kept them going. Everyone held the food in their hands, which was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, their eyes full of cherishment and piety. Every bite of food was treated as a treasure by them, and they carefully put it into their mouths and chewed it slowly. Their movements were so gentle, as if they were afraid of wasting even a crumb if they were not careful. Xiao Yi took a small bite of bread, and the rough texture rubbed between his teeth, but there was no trace of disgust on his face, but a hint of satisfaction. He carefully savored this hard-earned taste, silently grateful for the gift from heaven. Li Hua opened the can, gently scooped out a little food with a spoon, and after putting it into his mouth, he closed his eyes and felt the little bit of deliciousness spread on the tip of his tongue. He knew that each bite of food was the hope of survival, so every swallow seemed to be particularly solemn.