"The lake is now calm, it's the perfect time to set sail with the 'Pioneer' once again."
"I'm going to the small island where I hunted the mule deer to collect all the wild onions I discovered a few days ago. They are an important seasoning for me in the coming days."
He brought the logging axe and bow and arrow, along with a willow basket prepared for storing onions, and placed them in the 'Pioneer' canoe.
Skillfully pushed the canoe into the water, then nimbly stepped into the cabin, adjusting his seating posture.
Hands gripping the wooden paddle, core engaging to drive shoulder and arm muscles, he rowed powerfully yet steadily backwards, leaving a clear trail of water extending continuously behind the boat.
As the distance shortened, the outline of the small island became increasingly clear.
It wasn't very large, overall shaped irregularly like an ellipse, covered with dense vegetation.
