The next day.
The sun had passed its zenith and was beginning to set in the west.
But the enthusiasm remains as fiery as ever, showing no signs of waning.
"Hmph, meteorology, huh? They just make up some obscure terms to fool people!"
Completely disregarding her chapped lips, Catherine grew increasingly irritable as noon passed and the rain Joey had predicted still hadn't arrived.
Mocking Joey was secondary; the main concern was that he was actually going to die of thirst and needed to say something to cover up his inner fear.
Even at this point, she still hoped that Joey's prophecy would come true, so that no one would have to die.
"If this rain really doesn't come anytime soon, everyone can reluctantly drink some of their own urine. Although it's edible, it can actually save lives!"
Joey wasn't angry at Catherine's words. Instead, he explained the method very seriously and then looked at Catherine calmly.
"Drink your own urine?"
"vomit--"
Catherine gagged again, but there was nothing left in her stomach, so she couldn't vomit.
This inevitably leads to misunderstandings about the rumor that Joey can make anyone pregnant by glaring at them.
"If you really can't finish your own, you can exchange drinks!"
"Just so you know, I've been holding my pee since yesterday, so today's pee is definitely aged. If you don't mind, you can switch with me!"
When Joey said this, he didn't blush at all, as if his words had never made him uncomfortable.
"vomit--"
Upon hearing Joey mention "aged wine," Catherine couldn't help but gag again. She still couldn't understand how Joey could say such physically unpleasant things so calmly.
She now deeply regrets wasting water when she drank it.
But what made her even more embarrassed was that she had no urge to urinate at all, and the thought that she would have to drink someone else's urine in the end caused her stomach to spasm.
"Joey, I'll drink mine, I still have a little bit left!"
The bearded man, however, showed no signs of discomfort. He grabbed his water bottle, ran to the stern, and began to unzip his pants, preparing to relieve himself.
Catherine had become accustomed to this over the past few days, and her own standards for judgment had dropped considerably.
Daines remained silent, presumably without any objection, but he looked up again at the direction the sailboat was heading; the horizon was where he hoped to be.
The bearded man had finished emptying the kettle. He held it up to his big nose and smelled it. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but frown.
Catherine stared blankly at the bearded man, as if the scene that was about to unfold was one that she could never accept, no matter how much she lowered her standards.
The water bottle drew closer and closer to the bearded man's mouth. Apart from Danes, Katherine and Joey's eyes were all on the bearded man. This first hero to dare to try always attracted a lot of attention.
"The rain is coming! The rain is coming!"
The kettle had just touched the bearded man's lips when Daines's exclamation interrupted his next action.
He hurriedly put down the kettle and looked up at the horizon.
Dark clouds rushed toward them, while the sea at the horizon was already shrouded in mist by the falling rain.
"call--"
When Catherine saw the bearded man put down the water jug, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she, not the bearded man, had just been about to drink from the jug.
"Joey, you're awesome!"
Before the bearded man could even put down the water bottle, he stepped forward and gave Joey a big hug.
"Water bottle! Water bottle! Watch your water bottle!"
Joey hurriedly broke free from the bearded man's hand, startling him into a flustered state.
Joey, who had just suggested drinking his own urine, is now unusually disgusted with the bearded man.
The happiest person at this moment was none other than Catherine. Although she didn't know how Joey had predicted the rain, it did change her impression of Joey a little.
Seeing that the rain had started, Joey suddenly felt that it was time to release the pent-up desire in her bladder.
He walked to the stern of the boat and unbuttoned his trousers.
Seeing this, the bearded man grabbed his water jug and ran to the stern to start pouring his "new brew" into the sea.
"Splash—"
The rain poured down.
In an instant, all four of them were soaked.
The bearded man opened his mouth wide to catch the falling dew, while also remembering to rinse his water bottle first.
Catherine's long dress clung tightly to her body again. She pushed the stray hairs from her forehead back with her hands, revealing her collarbone beneath her long neck.
"People do like you when you're not talking!"
Joey leaned against the mast, openly admiring the beautiful scenery before him.
The rain didn't stop until evening, and the four people's fresh water tanks were full again, so the fate of dying of thirst would not occur.
"Joey, you predicted the rain right. Can you predict when it will rain some fish to improve our meals?"
The bearded man, shirtless, moved closer to Joey, who was also shirtless, and stared at him with wide eyes.
Their clothes had been hung on the mast to dry, but Catherine was too shy to take them off, much to Joey's dismay. Denise, on the other hand, said that a Grand Scholar shouldn't expose his breasts in front of others and also kept his wet clothes on.
This reminded Joey of the pedantic scholars of his past life, who had read too much and whose brains were muddled.
The bearded man's words also drew the attention of Catherine and Daines, who were also hoping that Joey really had this prophetic ability.
"Hey, bearded man, is that even human language you're talking about?"
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