While she was sulking, she felt as if someone had pinched the back of her hand. She looked down and saw a bright red hermit crab with a large shell on its back, waving its claws, quickly crawling away from her hand.
"The eagle bullied me, so you bullied me too."
She got up and chased after the hermit crab, then kicked it like a ball, sending it flying seven or eight meters away. It landed in the sea with a splash, creating a small wave.
After venting her anger on the crabs, she left the beach, brushed the sand off her clothes, and headed towards the little wooden house.
There was no obvious path leading to the cabin, and she saw no footprints. She saw no trace of human activity, such as ashes from a fire, the shells of eaten fruit, or any fishing gear; the cabin simply stood there abruptly.
Su Wan wasn't afraid. She adopted a "since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it" attitude. Anyway, there couldn't be any ghosts in the small house, so she decided to greet the owner first.
She looked around the cottage when she arrived at it.
Next to the wooden house, there was a small pond, a few meters square, with bubbles rising in the center.
The hut was built of rough planks from palm tree trunks, without even windows, just a door. The roof was simply a pile of planks covered with deep scratches; it was more of a wooden shed for shelter from the rain than a house.
"Is anyone inside?" she asked first.
There was no sound from inside the house.
She walked to the door, knocked, and said, "I'm coming in."
She pushed open the door and stepped into the wooden hut. There was no one inside. A simple wooden table sat there, with simple wooden bowls and cups on it. Opposite the table was a wooden bed, covered with a mixture of dried leaves and feathers—what could be called a blanket.
These are things that only humans could create. Could it be that the owner went fishing at sea?
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