Chapter 634 Is This the Professor of Gotham University? (Part 2)

Arriving at the hotel, the three of them wanted to go directly to the beach, then rent a boat and go out to sea to find the isolated island.

As for why they didn't fly there directly by plane, one reason was that although Arthur knew that someone was trapped on the isolated island, he didn't know the specific location of the isolated island, and the fish school couldn't convey such detailed information.

Second, when the plane was flying in the air, it was far away from the ground, and there were many islands nearby, so it was difficult to judge which one was their destination. When Arthur was in the air, because he didn't touch the sea water, he couldn't listen to the information brought by the sea, and the efficiency was not as high as searching on the sea surface by boat.

So, after landing in the seaside city, several people prepared to go out to sea by boat. Hal contacted his old friend and found a good boat. However, when he came back to deliver the news, he also brought another regrettable news, that is, he might not be able to participate in this isolated island rescue trip.

"The friend I found is a cousin of mine. I hope he won't tell my parents about my return, but in the end, they still know, and they hope I can go home." Hal's expression was a little complicated. Obviously, he left the seaside city before because of his family.

"My parents thought my job as a test pilot was too dangerous, so they forced me to change my job..." Hal took a deep breath and said, "Or, it can't be said to be forced, but the pressure they put on me was too great, and I had no other choice."

"Indeed, I have always been the rebellious one in my family. My cousins ​​have chosen very stable careers, and they are all in the coastal city. When they heard that I wanted to be a pilot, they thought I would be transferred to Washington, or even go to the battlefield, so they firmly disagreed."

In the hotel room, Hal took a cigarette and lit it, and said while smoking: "My mother cried several times, and I also argued with my father. After several arguments, I finally compromised because I knew they loved me and didn't want me to take risks..."

Arthur leaned on the bed and said, "My father thought the same way. He thought fishing was dangerous and the income was low. He thought it was better to be a taxi driver in a big city. He almost wanted me to follow his friends to Kansas to be a farmer."

Arthur's slightly nostalgic tone also aroused Hal's emotion. Arthur said, "Because he is a lighthouse keeper, he has seen too many fishing boats sunk in the sea and knows the violence of the sea. He doesn't want me to be swallowed up."

"Will you insist?" Hal asked.

"I don't know. When Professor Schiller first told me that he wanted me to go to college, I instinctively felt disgusted. It's not that I disliked going to college, but... I don't really want to go to a big city. I think the people there are not good enough, and there are too many things I don't understand." Arthur lowered his head and sighed, "I know some people may say that I am timid, that it will be fine once I adapt, and that other people have gone through this..."

"But that makes me feel unhappy. Even if I can only be a fisherman in Jianhai, or inherit my father's career as a lighthouse keeper, I want to stay in Brudhaven and live with my familiar friends and neighbors, instead of going to a big city to pursue some career ideals."

Schiller looked at Arthur. His temperament is actually a bit like Clark now. Both of them came from small places, and they are simple in their bones. Sometimes they are too simple and look a bit stupid.

However, Clark is always passionate and motivated, trying to adapt to his life in Metropolitan University, and has the drive to overcome all difficulties, but Arthur, perhaps because the lighthouse keeper who taught him, his father, Old Curry, is too gentle, he is not so passionate, but seems to be more easy-going.

"This is not a bad thing, Arthur. It is impossible for everyone in this world to stay in a big city, and it is impossible for everyone to be an elite white-collar worker. There must be someone who is a fisherman or a lighthouse keeper."

"God has given you a different talent, perhaps it is to let you do these jobs and help those fishermen who may be swallowed by the storm." Schiller took out a set of voters' rhetoric, but this just hit Arthur's heart. He said: "I think so too. I think my talent can be used to help those fishermen..."

"The fish in the sea will tell me the upcoming weather and where the sailors are in trouble, so that I can rescue them."

Arthur and Hal have nothing in common, but they are somewhat similar in their life situations. Their parents don't want them to take risks. They hope that they can choose a more gentle and stable career. However, because Arthur's father is gentle, he will not force Arthur to choose, while Hal's parents are strong and put a lot of pressure on him, hoping that he can follow their wishes to choose a career.

"I can't convince my parents, so I'm a little afraid to face them now..." Hal lowered his eyes and said, "I know my neighbors may be talking about them because they have a son who doesn't come home all year round, which is rare here."

"People in Seaside City are deeply proud of this city. They think it is the best city in the world, so few people will settle down in other places. I may be the only freak."

"No, Hal, you have to go back." Schiller said with a rare affirmative attitude: "I think you may get a different answer this time."

Hal looked up at Schiller, and seemed to not understand what he was saying, but he trusted Schiller's professional ability, so he sat in silence for a while, stood up, patted his legs, and said: "I'm sorry, I can't participate in this rescue operation, but I think saving a person should be beyond your ability."

"If you come back, call my house, pilot Hal is on standby at any time." Hal made a unique gesture of a pilot, and then left. Schiller looked at his back and shook his head.

"Okay, let's set off without further ado." Schiller stood up and said, "You said before that you can determine the location of the isolated island in the sea. You'd better not be exaggerating, otherwise, I can't find where the island is."

"It's not that I can guide the direction, but the fish can lead the way for us." Arthur followed Schiller out of the room and said, "If I remember correctly, all the fish nearby know the news and they will lead the way for us."

Walking out of the hotel, taking a taxi, and coming to the dock, the two saw a medium-sized fishing boat. Although it was not advanced, it was much larger and newer than the small boat owned by Arthur.

A middle-aged man came over enthusiastically, shook hands with Schiller, patted Arthur on the shoulder, and said to him: "I can see that you are a fisherman, and you must be a very good one. Hal is my nephew. I picked a pretty good little guy for you. It has only been in the water for no more than two months." Arthur walked to the side of the fishing boat, looked up and said: "It's really good. I have seen this boat in a fishing magazine. Its speed and endurance are quite good. It also has a big icehouse that I like most. It's a pity that it's too expensive. I bought it. I can't afford it."

The middle-aged man took the two people on board and said, "There's nothing we can do. The price of new models will go up. When the new models come out, maybe the price will go down. Well, go and have fun. I wish you a great harvest."

Schiller smiled and shook hands with him. After Hal's uncle left, Schiller said, "It seems that Hal is really a good person. His uncle is willing to lend us such a good boat."

Arthur nodded in agreement, stroked the railing on the boat, and said, "This is really a good little guy, Brudhai "I can't even see such a good boat in Brudhaven."

Walking into the cabin, Arthur praised the boat again and again. Schiller didn't understand some of the professional terms he said, but he could see that Arthur was a boat enthusiast and had a special understanding of fishing boats. He could talk about a small component and even the paint used on the component. Schiller asked:

"How did you know this?"

"The most popular fishery magazine in Brudhaven is the fishing magazine. Whether it is published by the official Ocean Bureau, various industry groups, or even Canadian fishery magazines, they can all be ordered in Brudhaven."

"In fact, I like to read magazines published by the Canadian Ocean and Fisheries Agency the most. They like to tell the truth, especially those weather and water quality conditions that are useful to fishermen. Unlike these American magazines, they compare who has caught the biggest fish and where there are competitions every day."

Walking into the cabin, Arthur felt like he was home. Although he had never really operated this kind of boat, he had seen the scenes in the cockpit countless times in magazines. He had even figured out the functions of all the buttons before even reading the manual.

He began to control the boat to leave the dock, turned to Schiller and said: "I just saw that there seems to be a fishing rod in the tool box in the warehouse room behind. You can go and fish a few times. Maybe your luck will be better than yours in Brudhaven."

Schiller smiled and said: "How can it be worse than in Brudhaven? At that time, I didn't catch a single fish."

Half an hour later, Schiller knew that he was too happy too early. Not only did he not catch a single fish, but he also broke the fishing rod. It can be said that his luck was much worse than fishing in Brudhaven.

He found that he seemed to have no fate with the sea. He didn't like to eat fish, couldn't fish, and always felt seasick.

Before he saw the sea, he had fantasized about becoming a free-swimming fish in the sea, and even had a personality with a fish tail in the lower body for this. But now it seems that it is better for that personality to stay in the swimming pool in the room of the Mind Palace, and forget about the sea.

After two hours, Schiller felt that he was still too happy too early, because he really started to get seasick.

He walked into the cab, took a deep breath, looked at Arthur and said, "Haven't you found it yet? Are you sure the fish that led you are not directionally challenged?"

Arthur frowned and looked at the fishing radar. He said, "The situation is a bit unexpected. The fish can only convey general information. They said the target is on the west coast, but now it seems that it is not the west coast of the United States..."

"Where is that?"

"It may be closer to Mexico. We are now sailing towards the equator, and may be close to the Panama Canal. I remember there are many islands there..."

"But I'm a little seasick." Schiller said while leaning against the door frame. Arthur looked back at him and said, "It's normal. People who have never been to the sea will have some uncomfortable reactions when they stay at sea for such a long time for the first time. You should be there soon if you hold on for a while."

After Schiller walked out, he asked Gray Fog in his heart: "Why can't seasickness be adjusted?"

"Because it's not physiological seasickness." Gray Fog replied a little aggrievedly: "There is nothing wrong with the body. The stomach reaction is a psychological effect. Every time I relax my stomach, it starts to cramp again within a few seconds."

"Psychological effect..." Schiller leaned against the railing and closed his eyes, entering the palace of thought. As soon as his consciousness sank, he suddenly woke up, and the voice of the superego came from his consciousness: "Don't let me in."

"Why don't you let me in?"

"I'm on vacation."

"You're still on vacation?"

"Why can't I take a vacation? Only you are allowed to take a vacation?"

Schiller was silent, and then he asked:

"How long do you plan to take a vacation?"

"36 days."

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