The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter

Chang'an had long given up hope of returning home, completely lost as to where they had ended up.

In her past life, she had raced cars—now she had an even wilder story to tell: she had raced on a beluga whale.

"Yue!"

If it didn't stop soon, she was going to get seasick from the whale.

Who knew where this beluga brother was taking them? If this was a kidnapping, figuring out how to pay the ransom would be a real problem.

This highlighted the downside of having no relatives or friends—though they could probably summon the old man for backup.

Just as Chang'an was feeling dizzy, they finally made landfall.

The beluga lowered the small boat and then pushed both the boat and its passengers onto the beach.

The two wolves leaped out the moment they touched land, sprawled on the sand, retching uncontrollably.

Chang'an and Old Gu Six recovered faster, climbing out of the boat and surveying their surroundings. It wasn’t just desolate—it was utterly barren.

The beluga brother was still in the water, wagging its tail and bobbing its head, looking absolutely delighted.

Wait a minute—why did she get the feeling they were just new toys for the beluga?

Surely not… right?

Given the environment, it seemed they were in for a round of island survival.

The beach was surrounded by jagged rocks, and about five hundred meters away, there appeared to be a small tree.

"Dad, maybe we should go chop down that tree and build a boat?"

"How long would that take us? We’re better off resting up and moving on, seeing if we can find any fishermen nearby."

Chang'an thought that made sense. Father and daughter reached an instant agreement: lie down, do nothing.

The rain kept pouring, making it impossible to leave anytime soon. They picked a slightly elevated spot to set up their tent. Chang'an had materials ready in her space, so there was no need to venture into the woods ahead to chop trees.

"Dad, don’t you think this place would be perfect for hiding away?"

Plenty of space, wide-open views, and most importantly—no one would come bothering them often. If only they’d brought the crops from their fields into the space, they wouldn’t even need to go back.

"Don’t even think about it. This place isn’t good for farming," Old Gu Six’s first thought was also about the crops.

"If we’re living here, why would we even farm? Who’s going to know we have food without planting anything?"

Farming? Absolutely not. She’d rather just lie around.

Old Gu Six nodded. If that was the case, this place was indeed more suitable for them than where they’d come from.

That idea lasted until midnight, when they were abruptly awakened by seawater flooding their tent.

The tide had risen shockingly high, submerging their shelter completely.

"Okay, maybe it’s not that suitable after all," Chang'an swam out of the tent, dragging one of the wolves with her. The tide had come in too fast for them to escape.

Father and daughter swam to shore and climbed up. Chang'an slipped into her space, first preparing a bathtub of warm water for Old Gu Six and handing him clean clothes.

She then hurried back into the space to take a bath herself—she hated the sticky, uncomfortable feeling of seawater on her skin.

The two wolves, now soaked in seawater, were completely ignored.

Not that they needed help anyway. The pair trotted off into the woods ahead, probably in search of fresh water.

Too restless to sleep, Chang'an decided to make breakfast in the space.

Cabbage and egg pancakes, steamed dumplings, milk—she even prepared lunch in advance: white rice, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, spicy shredded potatoes, and stir-fried pork with green peppers.

By the time they ate breakfast, dawn had broken, and the morning sun rose over the sea.

"It’s so beautiful," Chang'an murmured. This was her first time seeing a sunrise over the ocean in this world.

Even though they lived by the sea now, she’d never paid much attention to the mornings.

Old Gu Six, ever the mood-killer, remarked, "I think your pancakes look better. Plus, you can eat them."

Chang'an: "..."

How did she end up with a dad like this? Return him. Absolutely must return him.

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"Old man, can’t you just give us a boat? Staying here forever isn’t a solution, right?"

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The tide didn’t recede until nearly noon, leaving behind small shrimp, crabs, and shellfish stranded on the beach.

"Dad, quick! Let’s gather seafood. We’ll have a barbecue for lunch!"

Chang'an pulled two buckets from her space and dashed toward the beach without waiting for Old Gu Six.

He grabbed their bowls and chopsticks and ran after her, which Chang'an promptly stored in her space.

Just as they were happily collecting seafood, the beluga brother returned—apparently bringing them breakfast.

It pushed a large tuna onto the sand, then shook its big head at Chang'an, grinning adorably.

A thought struck her. All creatures had spirits—if four wolves could understand her and Old Gu Six, surely the beluga could too?

She tried communicating. "Beluga brother, can you take us to find a boat?"

The beluga leaped out of the water, kissed Chang'an’s forehead, then drenched her in a splash before diving back down and swimming away swiftly.

No way to tell if it had understood.

Probably not, otherwise it wouldn’t have fled.

With the tuna from the beluga and the crabs and shrimp they’d gathered, Chang'an set aside the lunch she’d prepared earlier.

Instead, she made spicy shrimp, steamed crab, and pan-seared tuna. She’d originally planned a barbecue, but the midday sun was too scorching—forcing Old Gu Six to endure that would be cruel.

A flicker of filial piety (or maybe just guilt) made her change her mind and cook indoors in her space.

While Chang'an was busy cooking, Old Gu Six wandered around but found nothing noteworthy. He couldn’t figure out why the whale had brought them here.

The woods up ahead looked promising, though. Maybe they could explore after lunch.

Places untouched by humans often held unexpected treasures—maybe they’d find something new to eat?

Chang'an’s voice rang out in the distance. "Dad! Food’s ready!"

"Coming!"

The mention of food had him practically flying over.

Old Gu Six swapped his bowl for a basin, eating with such enthusiasm his eyes practically sparkled. As usual, Chang'an ate a third, and he devoured two-thirds.

While they feasted, Silver Wolf and Big White ran into trouble.

They had accidentally trespassed into someone else’s territory and were now surrounded.

A group of people—faces painted with special markings, dressed in animal-skin garments, feathers adorning their hair—stood guard, likely the island’s indigenous inhabitants.

They held wooden spears, eyeing the two wolves with deep suspicion.

The wolves bared their teeth, equally confused. They’d just wanted fresh water to clean up—how had they ended up being hunted?

These two-legged creatures were terrifying. Chang'an, save us!!!

Seizing an opening, the wolves lunged, knocked down two people, then bolted into the woods at full speed.

A crowd chased after them, moving surprisingly fast, but the wolves had the edge.

Instinctively, they avoided leading the pursuers back to Chang'an and Old Gu Six by the shore.

Deeper into the woods they ran—only to stumble straight into another creature’s domain.