"Mr. Watson, things aren't that simple. It's your first time on the island, so you don't understand."
The brunette girl with the messenger bag struggled to stand up and still refused Shard's help.
"I don't know how long this situation will last. Mr. Watson, we can't stay here. We don't know if there are others on the island besides those two, and in our current situation, neither of us can fight."
She paused and asked:
"Do you have a rope on you?"
"I do."
Shard took out a coil of heavy ship's rope from the inside pocket of his coat, a practical rope for various situations that he always carried with him.
"Now tie the rope around your waist and toss the other end to me."
Although unsure of her intentions, Shard complied. Miss Apothecary also tied the rope around her waist like Shard. At this moment, she and Shard were only about 1.5 meters apart, roughly the limit of visibility in the fog.
"After I finish counting down, you and I will walk forward together, three steps."
