|And so it begins.|
The sun rises over the ocean. I spend my first morning collecting wood for tools and a simple boat. By midday I am sailing east into the unknown. Later than I would have liked to start, but it feels good to be on my way. Quite some time passes before I see land again.
|Just in the nick of time.|
|Safe. For now.|
|Still got it.|
I'm tempted to push deeper. It feels wrong to leave the cavern unmapped. What if there is diamond just around the next corner? No. I have to leave it. I turn back towards the entrance, and get the fright of my life.
|I guess no one wants to be outside at night.|
A pig! He must have followed me in. I wonder what led him to come down here? Moments later, I get my answer.
So this is how the journey has gone so far: half a day wasted chopping wood, a few steps before dark, and practically all my life gone before the first night is over. This won't do. I sulk back to my cave entrance and reconsider this entire venture. Perhaps the nomad life just isn't for me.
When the sun rises, my spirits lift a little.
|I have no idea what 'Growl' is...|
Once again it is midday before I set off. The hilly forest continues for sometime, with the occasional scar of dirt or clay and a few deposits of coal.
|Such a tease.|
I'm not sure if I noticed the mossy cobblestone before the skeleton fired the first arrow.
|You can't see it, but the dungeon is just to the right, behind the skeleton.|
I continue through the forest for the rest of the afternoon. I am finally making good ground. It feels good. I look around me as I walk. I feel like a tourist, like an adventurer. These lands are not too different from my own, but I can see them, and that is all that matters.
But all days must end. As the sky darkens, I finally leave the woods and come out on a north-facing beach.
|Feels good to be out from the trees.|
|Not quite a castle, but it will do.|
I block off the entrance with dirt, set down my furnace and workbench, and dig down from the iron. I discover another deposit of iron and two more of coal. I consider digging further, but I can hear zombies moaning nearby. Instead, I return to my base and spend the night crafting tools and armour for the days ahead. Two days have passed now. I feel like I am finally getting my feet.
After a while, a chip away some dirt to peer outside. Sure enough, the sun is beginning to rise.
|Simple, but effective.|
I climb up the eastern hills, off the sand. I seem to be on a narrow bridge between two oceans to the north and south. But my concern is to the east. In that direction, I can see more mountains.
|Coal Coal Coal|
Further on, the ground flattens out. Well, 'flat' is the wrong word. It stopped rising, but it became peppered with craters and ditches.
|Tree in a hole!|
|Yet more coal and a bit more iron.|
|These could be useful...|
|What's down there? I'll never know.|
|Safe for another night.|
|Time to get going.|
A small drop gave way into a lake. I decided it was shallow enough to swim and dived in. Seconds later, I heard a second splash followed by a kind of 'ssss'
The terrain was definitely changing now. Mountains were steeper and trees were sparser. I climbed yet another hill, and knew I was definitely somewhere new now.
|Now that is a mountain.|
|Looking back west and north.|
|Whaddup, sky chicken?|
|This place just isn't right...|
|...but it sure is pretty.|
|A miner's playground. Pity I am no longer a miner.|
And, timely, the sun began to set. Using the glass left over from the previous night, I snuggled beneath the beautiful mountain and couldn't help but wait for the next day and the new mountains it would bring.