The azure sea, Donnie dressed simply, holding a spear, leapt from the deck, diving into the depths of the sea.
A Turks lobster nestled under the coral reef, with a thrust of his spear, Donnie forced it out, then quickly reached out to grab it, finally placing it into his net.
After completing this, Donnie emerged from the water, gasping for air, then continued to plunge back into the depths.
Repeating this cycle, when Donnie felt fatigued, his net was already filled with seafood.
Donnie climbed onto the yacht, tossing the net onto the deck, the yacht's chef immediately approached.
A few girls in swimsuits applauded and cheered for Donnie.
"Don't use any complicated methods, just boil them in seawater!"
Donnie, wearing only swim trunks, sat comfortably on the deck, with the girls stepping up to massage him.
Donnie enjoyed this feeling... not the massage from the girls, but the way of catching seafood, providing a sense of freedom.
