In contrast to the Power Tribe, the Wisdom Tribe performs exceptionally well. And tactfully arranged the answering stage by Reid. But every tribe must have one or two pests.
Although Selena and Fanny were not far behind on the single-plank bridge, and the problem-solving was completed at the first speed, poker master Hansen fell back and forth on the rope bridge nearly ten times because of his poor motor nerves. In the end they only got second place.
So the beautiful tribe, which is moderate and not too useless, turned into a dark horse again and won a first-class prize. Harpoons, nets, rods, baits, and even some diving gear. The Wisdom Tribe that won the second place only got two fishing rods and nothing else.
"Yeah!!! You can have a big meal in the future!!" When the other two tribes left, the heartless Austin walked around in front of them with our prizes in his arms.
Although this behavior is very mindless, it is also easy to make enemies. But now it has effectively attacked the aspirations of others, so it won't harm me anyway, so I agree with it.
After returning to the camp, Mario took out the fishing gear in the reward and began to distribute. After the bonus game, there are still three hours before it gets dark. If we go fishing now, we might be able to eat meat at night if we are lucky.
"Which one do you all use?" He looked at me and Austin with a distressed expression, holding a harpoon in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. "We have a boat, so we can go fishing with two people and go to the sea alone. But my swimming skills are not very good, only fishing can be seen."
Austin waved his hands embarrassedly: "I'm basically a landlubber, and I can't do anything but dog crawling."
"Then I'll come." I said simply. After he finished speaking, he picked up the metal harpoon with a motorized device and diving goggles, and turned around to find the swimming trunks he had brought.
In fact, I don't have much confidence in my swimming skills. In my last life, I did often go to the swimming pool with my friends for fitness swimming. He even learned the standard strokes of various swimming styles. But after becoming Brian, even in Miami by the sea, I have never been to the beach once. In other words, this body is estimated to be very unfamiliar with swimming.
But in that situation Mario shied away, and Austin said no, and it was my turn. If even I refused, then the picture of the show would probably not be so good-looking. All three men shirk, it will only make the audience feel that the beauty tribe is very useless.
Out of courtesy, I walked into the bushes out of sight of the three girls and changed into my clothes. When he came out, only Austin was waiting there with a fishing rod, and Mario seemed to have taken the bait onto the boat.
"Ah, you never take off your shirt, but I didn't expect you to have such a good figure!" Austin said after seeing me change into tight black boxer shorts, standing in front of the camera and looking at me up and down.
"I'm a model after all, Austin," I responded with a joking smile. Hang the diving goggles around your neck and hold the harpoon in your hand, bend down and lift the delivered duck shoes. "Come on, is Mario ready on the boat?"
I noticed that a photographer in a diving suit joined us to follow us, and his camera had been replaced with a waterproof gear. My guess was right. When the beautiful tribe got the fishing gear, it was estimated that the program team had already started to prepare.
The essential element of any type of reality show is eyescandy. And the beauty tribe? The whole tribe can be called eyescandy, so whoever decides to go fishing in the end is enough to meet their shooting requirements.
What's more beautiful than taking a picture of a person who is as vigorous and graceful as a mermaid under the bright and clear water
The sea breeze was strong, and with little effort, the boat carrying five people, including two photographers, was pushed by the echo current to a place fifty meters away from the shore. The water was very deep at this time, and I could clearly see the schools of fish running on the bottom of the sea, as well as the colorful coral reefs on the bottom of the sea.
"There is a school of fish below, and fishing should have a good harvest now." I saw that the position was almost there, so I decided to say. "We can anchor here." Although the schools of fish swimming on the seabed were too small, it would be very difficult to stab one of them with a harpoon. But coral reefs don't just look pretty, there are plenty of edible shellfish and lurking predators.
As I spoke, the cameraman, who had nothing to do, finally turned his camera on me. While Austin couldn't help expressing his excitement in front of the camera along the way, and he did enliven the atmosphere, I think it's very unlikely that those words would end up on the show.
Let's say something practical. "Would you like to try fishing nets?" Mario clearly knew this, so he finally asked after I spoke.
"Forget it, it is difficult for unskilled people to catch anything with fishing nets. Anyway, we have bait, so we should use fishing rods." I shook my head and pulled the diving goggles hanging around my neck to my head. "I'll go into the water to see if I can get anything out of it."
Seeing that I was putting on duck shoes, another photographer with a waterproof camera put on diving goggles for himself. Unlike me, he was wearing a full wetsuit and even had an oxygen tank. Then he went into the water first.
With the goggles in my mouth, I held the harpoon in one hand and gave Mario and Austin a thumbs up gesture with the other. Then, sitting by the side of the boat, I fell backwards and fell into the water with a very natural and skilled posture.
I want to make sure that the posture of falling into the water will show the graceful curves of the body in front of the camera, rather than awkward and strange movements. But in fact, I held my breath all the time nervously, just to avoid choking.
After entering the water, the familiar water pressure enveloped my body. I curled up, rolled half forward with my feet and tapped the water, and dived down. The line of sight in the water is actually farther than the eye looks, and spearfishing also needs to take this into account. The harpoon will not be inserted in the air only if the distance is budgeted by twenty centimeters.
Under the follow-up of the underwater photographer, I did not immediately bury my head in search, but took him for a tour around the coral reefs on the seabed. Out of the corner of my eye, I carefully paid attention to the photographer's shooting angle and the light falling from the sea.
After some movies are edited, the post-editing picture will be extremely beautiful and unforgettable. But if there is no edited original film, it will be disappointing to put a whole section. And I want to make this underwater shooting, only one word can describe it. flawless.
Shaking in the water with the current, it still glows like a flame, and it looks like a translucent gold thread in the sun on the bottom of the sea. I will never use breaststroke, the freestyle leg movement is the best choice. My feet in the duck-shoes slapped gently to sleep, and sometimes my feet joined together and swayed like fishtails.
But among survivors, beauty is not everything. Only by actually catching fish can I keep myself from becoming a joke. And that's the biggest challenge.
The fish attracted by the bait on the side of the boat are all too thin and small, and my target is the big guy hidden in the coral. I stood upright in the water, scrutinizing a piece of water beneath my feet.
Then I saw my target, a northern pike, and the silver scales gleaming in the sun caught my eye. Although it swam very low against the sand on the bottom of the sea, this fish, which was nearly half my arm's length, was very conspicuous by the sand swaying on the bottom of the sea.
I turned my head and gestured to keep my distance from the videographer and keep quiet. Then roll over and dive again. For this fish, I'm bound to get it.
Because the filming island we are on is an uninhabited island, the fish here are not too dangerous for humans who have never seen it before. Until I approached it within ten feet, the fish was still swimming leisurely and indifferently.
Within ten feet, using the length of my arm plus the length of the harpoon and the length it will pierce, this is already the distance I can shoot. But to be on the safe side, I was still close to within two meters.
Holding the harpoon in one hand, his fingers were buckled on the motorized device of the harpoon, and he slowly sent it forward. I aimed at the part where the head of the fish meets the body, so that even if it suddenly turns or swims forward, I can guarantee that the thorns from the harpoon will penetrate it firmly.
The tip of the harpoon was silently ejected, and then a burst of sea sand and dust completely blurred the vision. But I felt the force on the harpoon and the fish was pinned! It was so powerful and struggling, I turned my head to look at the photographer.
The photographer held the camera motionless and didn't look excited. I picked up the harpoon with one hand, and when the tip was clear of the seabed dust that obscured my vision, I saw the photographer's wide-eyed eyes in the diving goggles. Incredible expression.
Apparently he was indifferent before because he obviously didn't think I could catch a big fish on my first strike. But how did he know that when he came to the survivors, he had common sense such as making fires and building shelters. The most time I spent was practicing how to fish with various tools!
With the sound of water splashing, I jumped out of the water and gently shook the water from the ends of my hair. The three people on the boat in front of me, including the photographer, looked at me blankly.
"What's wrong?" I raised the harpoon with the fish in my hand. After this well-raised northern pike came out of the water, it fluttered like a dying struggle. "Austin, take the harpoon up and get the fish off before returning it to me."