He carried the two big birds back to the camp, bled them briefly, cleaned the mud off their feathers, and then took a nap.
When he woke, the tide had just receded, not yet the best time for beachcombing.
With nothing to do, Chen Zhou planned to take a stroll along the beach first.
In the original novel, during the days Robinson was stranded on the isolated island, the finest delicacy he tasted was turtle eggs.
Those eggs didn't need any seasoning; whether roasted or boiled, they were equally fragrant and delicious.
Even when Robinson later drank meat broth and ate homemade raisins and flatbread, he still couldn't forget the turtle eggs.
Chen Zhou knew that the beaches near the northern part of the island were breeding grounds for large sea turtles; when the temperature was right, one could see hundreds, if not thousands, of turtles digging holes and laying eggs on the beach.
