The waves churned white foam, crashing against the bamboo raft, splashing countless droplets.
Bai Yachuan held a long bamboo pole, half-kneeling on the raft, guiding its movement.
Behind him, Lu Heng was also holding a long bamboo pole, pushing against the underwater rocks to propel the raft forward.
Chen Wen, however, was sitting in the middle of the raft, carefully observing its condition.
"No problem, no sign of sinking."
Chen Wen said, attempting to stand up.
The seawater instantly flooded over the raft, wetting Chen Wen's shoes.
"But the buoyancy isn't quite enough!"
Chen Wen couldn't help but remark.
Although the raft could float on the sea, the seawater submerged more than half the raft.
Standing on it easily caused slipping, requiring careful movement.
"Buoyancy..."
Lu Heng frowned, pondering for a while: "How about we get some empty plastic bottles and attach them to the raft?"
