At this moment, Lan Xinping had stopped whipping the sailfish and was just sitting blankly on the boat, staring vacantly at his younger brother who had been pierced by the sailfish's upper jaw, as if he had lost his soul.
He didn't react at all when he saw the Rising Sun approaching; he just stared blankly at it.
Feng Ye and the other two ignored him, quickly secured the Rising Sun, and then jumped over.
The three walked to the side of the boat and peered over to look at the still struggling sailfish.
Feng Ye said, "We need to kill this sailfish first, otherwise it would be too dangerous to go down there rashly."
The swordfish's upper jaw is still nailed to the boat and hasn't been removed yet.
But the sailfish kept struggling, and no one could be sure if it would suddenly be pulled out at any moment.
They came to help, and didn't want to lose their lives in vain.
Feng Xuan nodded: "Indeed, safety is the most important thing."
"Ah Chan, go to our boat and get the knife, and also, get a rope."
"Okay, Brother Ye."
Ah-Can agreed and immediately turned and ran back to the Rising Sun. He quickly returned with a knife.
"Brother Ye, I've brought the knife and rope."
Feng Ye took the knife, picked up the bamboo pole that Lan Xinping had thrown aside, and tied the knife to it with a rope.
The handle wasn't long enough, and neither ship had a harpoon or similar tool, so they had to make do with what they had.
Peeking at the sailfish still struggling frantically, Feng Ye took a deep breath, pushed his hands down forcefully, and the knife tied to the bamboo pole plunged into the sailfish's eye.
The sailfish seemed to sense a deadly threat and struggled even more frantically.
But Feng Ye was prepared. He vigorously spun the bamboo pole in his hand, and the knife stirred inside the sailfish's head.
Soon, the sailfish's brain was pulverized, its movements became slower and slower, and finally it stopped struggling.
Seeing the sailfish killed, Feng Xuan and A-Can both breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Ye didn't even glance at it, unfastened the knife again, and jumped into the sea.
Feng Xuan then lowered two ropes at the opportune moment.
Feng Ye tied one rope around Lan Xin'an's waist and the other rope around the sailfish's tail.
Such a big sailfish shouldn't be wasted.
Then Feng Ye raised his knife and slashed hard at the upper jaw of the sailfish.
Soaking in seawater, it was difficult to gain leverage, and it took quite a bit of effort to separate the upper jaw from the sailfish.
The upper jaw was not pulled out and remained on the hull.
If it were pulled out rashly, seawater would definitely rush into the ship, and then it would be a question whether the ship could even return to the dock.
Subsequently, Feng Xuan and A Can worked together to pull Lan Xin'an's body and the sailfish onto the fishing boat.
Throughout this process, Lan Xinping stared blankly until Lan Xin'an's body was pulled up. Only then did he come to his senses and stare blankly at his younger brother.
His younger brother, Lan Xin'an, had already stopped breathing, and blood was still gushing from the wound on his chest.
Feng Xuan walked over, reached out to check Lan Xin'an's breath, and then shook his head: "He's already dead."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xinping let out a mournful cry, threw himself onto Lan Xin'an, and burst into tears.
"Brother, I...I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to your wife, I'm sorry to Mom and Dad. It's all my fault. I was too greedy, and that's why..."
Lan Xinping's voice was shrill and desperate.
Seeing this, the three of them silently stepped back a few paces, not wanting to disturb him.
After a while, Lan Xinping's crying gradually stopped.
He raised his head, staring blankly ahead, like a walking corpse, devoid of all life and vitality.
Feng Xuan looked at him and sighed: "Lan Xinping, you should accept this loss. The most important thing now is to get your brother's body back."
Lan Xinping didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.
“You…” Feng Xuan paused for a moment, “Can you still sail the boat? Do you want us to help you sail it back?”
Lan Xinping said in a hoarse voice, "No need, I can drive back. You can have this marlin as a reward, thank you for your help."
The three of them didn't say anything more, so they took the knife and rope, carried the sailfish, and returned to the Rising Sun.
The Rising Sun slowly sailed away from the fishing boat. Lan Xinping stared blankly as they left, then slowly turned his head to look at his lifeless younger brother.
He was filled with pain and self-blame; if he hadn't been so greedy in wanting to catch the sailfish, his brother wouldn't have died.
But it's too late to say anything now; he can only painfully accept this cruel reality.
Lan Xinping silently got up, walked to the driver's cab, started the engine, and steered the fishing boat back to the dock.
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