Swimming in the river already requires a huge expenditure of physical strength.
The waist is a critical area...
"Jasmine Yale, grab the boat railing, don't let go." But Charles Mcintosh had no time to think, he only knew he had to protect Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine was very obedient, although tired, using the buoyancy, grabbing the boat railing wasn't very difficult.
Suddenly, a surge of tide came, cold water flooded over the heads of Jasmine and Charles.
Their bodies were soaked in the water, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Hold on a little longer, my people will be here soon." Charles shielded her, fearing a wave might sweep her away.
But, he wasn't sure how long Jasmine could hold out.
He wasn't Sylvan Cheney, he didn't know how to make Jasmine keep going.
But he understood that if they stayed in the water too long, the wounds would get infected.
"Sylvan..." Jasmine looked around in confusion, "Where's Sylvan..."
