DAY 4: Set sail once again, through the ocean. Arrived at a pine forest, near a lavafall. There was a vast quarry near it, with a high amount of coal: no iron in sight. That is, until I fell down a deep ravine, landing right next to iron. Finally, I can shear sheep.
NIGHT 4: Made a holehouse in the ravine. Turns out the wall was right next to the beach, so I won’t have to carve stairs. Cooked all my food, smelted my ores. Dyed my boots orange, to test my new flower based dyes. A giant spider chirped in my window. Slept uneasily.
DAY 5: Killed spider in the morning, and sheared sheep. A creeper almost got me in the spruce forest. Found another town, next to snowy mountains. I decided to bring them my wool, before ascending the peaks. Sadly, this town was more intested in books, which I lacked. Grumble.
NIGHT 5: Slept in the library.
DAY 6: Ascended the mountain to get a better view. I passed many cave opening as I journeyed upwards, luckily nothing sinister have slithered out of them, despite the horrifying noises. Saw something strange in the distance. As I descended the other side, the undead attacked me: one of them was an infected villager. I laid them to rest, and ran as fast as I could from this cursed place. The strange thing in the distance turned out to be a pumpkin patch. I took one to ward off the evil spirits.
NIGHT 6: Tired from the long walks and ardous climbs, I slept in the open, in the middle of a forest.
DAY 7: I slept soundly, with no rude bites and claws to wake me up. After a leasure jog through a seemingly endless grasslands, I was at a dilemma: should I ascend a tall mountain once more, this one reaching to the clouds, or should I embark on the ocean blue? I decided to go for the mountain: I must touch the clouds, to gain their favour. On my there, I found a strange tunnel: a friendly spider and a green beast emerged from it. The beast exploded, killing the arachnid. Weeping, I took the piece of string that left of it.I arrived to the summit, and indeed, I could touch the clouds. I felt like the king of the world. But alas, not even this was enough for the horses sitting at the bottom of the mountain. As I regaled them my deeds, they just neighed, and did not let me ride them.
NIGHT 7: I almost fell pray to an ambush of skeletons. I ran away, and slept in a safe location, hoping that the nightmare will be over soon. How long until I find the promised Mesa?
To be continued…