"Prepare...start!!!" With Jeff's order, everyone started running from the starting line on the beach and rushed towards the sea.
The sand is not easy to run, and the resistance from the sea water after entering the water makes my movements more difficult. At this point, although I was not behind, Dillon, who was on my right, was nearly three meters ahead of me and plunged into the water.
When I saw this, I no longer hesitated. When the water did not reach my thighs, I used the backwater of the ocean waves to forcefully jumped two meters away and quickly approached Dillon.
After entering the water, I can no longer see the situation of other players. I just try my best to ensure that I swim in a straight line with the shortest distance towards the target, instead of being disrupted by the current. But I could feel that the distance between Dillon and me was still gradually widening, and the distance pulled back when entering the water was quickly widened.
Even though I knew before that Dillon must have been systematically trained to swim, the difference still made me a little disappointed in myself. It seems impossible to void our agreement with Dillon this time around.
When I lifted my head out of the sea and saw that the buoy was only a few meters away, I took a deep breath and went straight to the bottom of the sea. Although the Beauty Tribe had previously won some swimming gear in the bonus competition, such as diving goggles, etc. But for the fairness of the game, these things are not allowed to be brought into the game.
So I can only open my eyes in the sea, just to see the position of the cloth bag with the puzzles under the buoy, and I have to open the knot. The human body has some salt in its own body fluids, and the eyes will not be as stinging in the salty seawater as in a swimming pool full of disinfectant water and bacteria.
The 20 days of fishing in the beautiful tribe made me re-familiar with the swimming skills I had learned. The buoyancy doesn't have any effect on my snorkeling, which is a deadly waste of time for some people who are not familiar with swimming.
As I quickly unfastened the cloth bag tied to the bottom of the buoy, I turned my head and glanced at Dillon, who had started to swim back a few meters. There's still room to catch up! At this time, the other runners will reach the buoy and prepare to dive. I put my feet on the bottom of the sea, and then went back to the relay.
"Brian dived without stopping, and quickly came up with the puzzle! He started chasing the leading Dillon, and there was still a chance! The swimming skills of the two were eye-opening, not even the local fishermen." Jeff, standing on the shore, heard the voice of the live host.
The biggest difference between swimming in the sea and swimming in the pool is that the current in the pool is not turbulent. Although it cannot be called stagnant water, it gives the swimmers a good environment. You can swim in the sea, if you push the water vigorously, it is just repelling the current, it will only get twice the result with half the effort.
Feeling the current, I chased Dillon with all my might. These days of exercise, let me go back and forth 100 meters without feeling any muscle soreness.
To be honest, the Beauty Tribe is actually eating well, and although I still lose weight, my body is actually getting stronger and stronger during these days of snorkeling and fishing. It was that pale skin that made me stand out among all the tanned contestants.
"Dillon has begun to land, and Brian is right behind! Mario and Sandra are not too far behind. At this time, they have already obtained the puzzle bag and started to swim back!" Jeff's live broadcast, let me not even think about it. Looking back, you can also grasp the movements of other people.
Maybe for some people, Jeff's live broadcast will make them feel more nervous and make mistakes. But for me, there is no chance of a nervous mistake at this moment, I just become more focused and calm.
With my feet on the ground, I switched from swimming to running in the water, rushing behind Dillon to the puzzle table. Quickly untied the cloth bag and poured out a dozen puzzle pieces.
Jeff was now between the two of us at the table and began to focus on the situation between us. Because it is obvious that the contestants who fall behind at this time have no chance to win. "Dillon has started the puzzle, and Brian poured the puzzle out!"
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"Puzzle complete! Dillon gets personal immunity!" Jeff shouted, raising one hand after he walked over to Dillon to confirm the puzzle.
I sighed and threw the last two remaining pieces of the middle puzzle on the table. "Congratulations..." I turned around without a smile, and said to Dillon, who didn't express his excitement even though he was granted personal immunity.
When he turned around and seemed to be about to say something to me, I turned around and put the two pieces of the puzzle that were thrown on the table at random, and pressed them into the final position. Obsessive-compulsive disorder. Then he turned his head and walked to the side of Mario who arrived later, waiting with a dark face for Austin, who landed at the end, dog-planing.
Even Rhett can swim faster than Austin! With ten contestants, Austin's swimming skills were on the same level as Casey's. That Casey, who doesn't usually exercise and probably hasn't swam in ten years!
After the personal immunity game, back at the camp in the afternoon, the atmosphere was dark and turbulent. Mario, who clearly felt that he was in danger, began to actively encourage the three of us to win the contestants from the other two tribes.
But I have other plans.
Let Mario and Austin die at the hands of the other horde alliances as soon as possible so I don't have to betray them. So there is no need to worry about losing two final votes in vain after they are eliminated as judges.
Shuffle the cards early, so while I'm making an excuse to go fishing with Dillon and create a space for two with him. But after I got on the boat to go fishing, I didn't plan to have any substantial communication with him on the boat. Of course, it doesn't matter if there is no substantive communication, but the atmosphere should not be too rigid. I forced myself to start chatting to him.
"Are you going to spearfish too?" I saw that Dillon was not picking up the fishing rod that Mario had prepared before Mario on the boat, but another spear that had been idle for a long time.
Dillon weighed the metal harpoon in his hand, glanced at me, and said with a smile, "Because I missed the opportunity to get fishing gear in that reward game, I haven't eaten well these days. Now that I have the conditions, of course I want to Work hard so that you can eat a big meal."
"It's just that there are more people who need food supplies after the merger. Maybe you can't eat the big meal you want." He was a little unhappy. His eyes were always full of scrutiny, but I still smiled and said. . Then I stopped talking nonsense, pulled the goggles off my forehead, rolled over and fell into the water.
The photographer responsible for following me in the water dived with me skillfully, and after another splash, Dillon also descended. I saw him gesturing to me that I was in charge of the left side with the boat as the center line and he was in charge of the right side. Separating the hunting areas will at least ensure that we are not targeting the same prey at the same time.
After a while, I saw a palm-sized red-scaled fish running through the coral. To feed ten people, our workload is at least twice as high as before. So I stopped picking big fish before I shot. As long as the fish are not too small, I plan to kill them all.
Approaching skillfully and then slowly poking out the harpoon.
However, just when I aimed at this prey and was about to shoot, my arm was suddenly pulled hard by the photographer behind me, and the mechanism in front of the harpoon was shaken and shot out, and shot in the air.
I turned my head angrily to look at this photographer, who should never bother the contestants, but suddenly found his face full of panic, and his hand that wasn't holding the camera was gesticulating with me in a floating pose.
My confusion was explained when I saw him gesturing wildly and pointing to the other side of the boat. It was a shark with a head and tail at least one meter long! Dillon, who didn't dare to move, was hovering beside him. In order not to arouse the predator's desire to hunt, the photographer who followed Dillon and himself had to wait for the lost and curious shark to leave.
But in fact, unlike photographers who can stay in the water for a long time, Dillon does not have an oxygen tank, and he does not even have a protective measure all over his body. The exposed bronze muscles are not as resilient as the special diving suits for photographers. As long as the shark thinks, it can easily make Dillon's skin open!
I followed the photographer who photographed me and slowly ascended, but after surfacing, I took a deep breath and dived without waiting for the photographer to say anything. "Brian?!" the photographer cried anxiously, "what are you doing?!"
After sinking into the water, the sound on the water surface is like a thick film that cannot be heard clearly. The mechanism that I just shot into the air on my harpoon has been reloaded by me in the process of ascending.
Although I don't know how this young shark got lost in this sea area where there should be no sharks, but what if we got on the boat? The arrival of the rescue team can only save lives and wounds at most, which means that Dillon and the photographer are still very likely to be injured if they continue to wait.
As I dived under the boat, I clearly saw a fish on Dillon's harpoon. This sea fish has been dying because of the long-term piercing, but it is still oozing blood into the sea water. Maybe it was the smell of blood that attracted the sharks that were around here before.
I finally figured out why Dillon just froze there, because he had a dead fish stuck in the harpoon, his only weapon, and he didn't even have anything to guard against a shark onslaught. Not to mention aggressive attack.
The juvenile sharks that are one meter from the head to the tail are actually a lot of time before they become adults. Their strength and bite force are not as large as those of adult sharks, and their hunting skills are not as difficult as those of adult sharks who have experienced many battles. And I don't want to end up on the Survivor show and become an image of abandoning my teammates and escaping.
Although I can't blame me for escaping under such a crisis, since there is a chance to become famous, why don't I take a gamble? Sociopaths also have a characteristic that is particularly close to the psyche of an addicted gambler. Everything is a weight, and the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
As I slowly approached Dillon and lingered around him, staring at the shark with the dead fish on his harpoon, I slowly raised the harpoon in my hand and hooked my finger to the switch of the harpoon mechanism. Dillon also saw my approach, at this point he had been holding his breath for a long time, time was waiting for no one.