Fu Wan was a little puzzled and peered into the baby killer whale's mouth.
It wasn't just that the smell was off; when she got close to the orca's mouth, the stench almost made her vomit on the spot.
"Ah Wan, be careful!"
Boss Fu stood to the side, holding a harpoon, ready to strike if the orca showed any hostility.
Fu Wan, wearing gloves, tentatively touched the orca's mouth a couple of times.
The orca's mouth was somewhat warm, but Fu Wan felt around for a long time without finding anything.
At most, they'll be small fish or shrimp stuck between your teeth.
Fu Wan felt she hadn't noticed anything amiss, so she patted the little orca's head.
Are you feeling better?
The baby killer whale closed its mouth, swam around once, and then came back, whimpering softly.
Then, just like before, he opened his mouth wide at Fu Wan.
Okay, there really is still something in my mouth.
Fu Wan also knew how uncomfortable it was to have something stuck in your mouth. When eating fish or shrimp, especially fish with many bones, it was extremely uncomfortable if a bone got stuck in your throat.
If you're lucky, you can eat something and the thorn will go down. If you're unlucky, not only will the thorn not go down, but it might also hurt your throat.
"Okay, I'll try again."
She simply put her upper body inside the orca's mouth and then reached inside to search around its mouth.
In the end, nothing came of it.
Is it stuck in its throat?
Fu Wan endured the sour and foul smell from the baby orca's mouth and tried her best to reach into the orca's throat to feel around.
It turned out that as soon as she touched it, she found something with square edges, which was clearly not the structure of the orca's own body.
She grasped the edge of the object, pulled hard, and the object was pulled out by Fu Wan's force.
Fu Wan also fell down onto the deck because she had used too much force.
Startled, Boss Fu rushed to help her up, only relieved to see that her hand hadn't been badly injured by the orca.
"Waaah!"
The orca swam around in the sea, and its call was now melodious and cheerful, completely different from the previous one.
It joyfully spouted a column of water into the sea, then swam its massive body toward a pod of orcas playing nearby.
Fu Wan took off her gloves and then washed her face with the fresh water on the boat.
She felt like she had just been marinated in the mouth of a baby killer whale, and her whole body smelled sour and rotten.
"Ah Wan, what is this thing?"
Boss Fu poked the oil paper package with the harpoon in his hand, somewhat puzzled.
Fu Wan turned her head and replied, "It's probably trash that people who go out to sea carelessly threw away, and then it got eaten by the orcas."
She just touched that thing and it felt like a book. She didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional. There's just more and more trash on the sea these days.
When they occasionally encountered such nets while fishing, they would use bamboo poles and nets to scoop them up. When Fu Wan was walking underwater and came across a broken net that had sunk to the bottom, she would pull it out and throw it into her net to take with her.
After all, the sea is their source of sustenance and also a part of their family.
If this trash gets ingested by dolphins or killer whales in the ocean, or gets tangled in their bodies, it will eventually kill them.
Fu Wan still remembers seeing a news report on TV in her previous life about a large whale that had stranded in the waters off the island nation.
Islanders do eat whales; they cut the whale open before it dies.
It's not a big deal that it wasn't dissected; the whale's belly was crammed full of marine debris like plastic bags and torn fishing nets.
This incident caused a huge uproar in international news at the time, and the island nation, which advocates environmental protection, was criticized by many netizens for saying one thing and doing another.
So ever since Fu Wan came back, she has subconsciously started to protect the marine environment. Fu Wan and others, along with Fu Laoda, would also unconsciously pick up the trash they saw at sea and pile it up in the corner of the deck.
Fu Wan washed her face and immediately felt that the sour smell lingering around her nose had faded considerably.
Boss Fu put the harpoon aside and then prepared to restart the diesel engine.
That oil paper package was probably garbage. Boss Fu wasn't unaware of the smell on it; he kicked the thing aside and left.
As a result, Fugui, who was having a meal with Huakai, seemed to find the smell of the oil paper package too strong and affecting their eating, or something else entirely.
It slowly crawled to the oil paper package, and then scratched at it for a long time with its little claws.
Fu Wan had just walked over when she saw Fu Gui's actions. She didn't know if the oil paper package was too hard or slippery, but Fu Gui scratched at it for a long time without damaging it.
At most, there were only a few scratches.
Fugui had just finished throwing a tantrum and was about to turn around and climb back to continue eating with Huakai.
But then they stumbled upon Hua Kai with her mouth full of small fish and shrimp.
Oh, you actually stole some food!
Fugui scrambled his limbs, leaving afterimages, and in a few steps, he climbed to the side of the flowers, opening his mouth wide to fill it with fish and shrimp.
We can't let this turtle eat us all.
Fu Wan couldn't understand the undercurrents between the two hawksbill turtles. Seeing that the two turtles were eating happily, she took out her knife and cut the hemp rope binding the oil paper package.
After the hemp rope was cut, she used the back of her knife to unfold the oil paper package. She thought it contained a book, such as a secret manual, but it turned out to be an ordinary notebook.
Fu Wan picked up the notebook, flipped through a couple of pages at random, and saw a strange-looking drawing with a lot of Japanese writing next to it.
Is this a diary belonging to someone from an island nation?
For some reason, the first person Fu Wan thought of was Kujiro.
There was no way around it; since the victory of the War of Resistance against Japan, Kujiro was probably the first Japanese to come to Fujia Village to do business.
Many villagers in Fujia Village were unaware of Jiujing Xiong's identity as an islander. After all, he usually spent time with Xue Qing and spoke fluent Chinese. Otherwise, the villagers would probably spit at him secretly as they passed by.
There was nothing they could do; the islanders were ruthless and insane back then, and many villagers in Fujia Village still remember what happened back then.
Fu Wan carefully put the notebook away. Although she didn't know what was written in it, she would study it later. She always felt that Jiu Jingxiong's visit to Fu Family Village was definitely not for those giant clams.
You know, those things aren't uncommon in island nations' waters, so why travel all that way here?
As for the oil paper package, we don't need it, because it's just too, too smelly!
The boat had already sailed a short distance, and Fugui and Huakai had finished eating and were resting with their eyes closed.
Fu Wan gently patted their two tortoise shells, awakening their dormant minds.
"You should head back now. See you on our next voyage!"
Fu Gui casually tugged at Fu Wan's shoes a couple of times, then waited for Fu Wan to put them back in the sea.
Fu Wan was almost amused by its arrogant demeanor when she squatted down and picked up Fugui in her arms.
Several soft, whimpering calls of orcas came from afar and grew louder as they approached.
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