Seven witches are destroying this world by raising an army of undead warriors. My job is to hunt and kill them. Perhaps killing these witches will restore balance to the world.
Five witches have been slayed: two more remain.
This is my journey. My only goal is to tell a good story.
After returning to Waystation Island with all my supplies plus Lightning, I scanned the island to see how my tree farm was doing.
Not so hot.
None of the trees I’d planted a couple days ago had started to grow yet. Apparently I must be in their presence for the saplings to really take root. I wandered the island for some time, but soon, the trees began to grow.
I dug a shelter in the ground and mined some cobblestone for axeheads. I would go through several before I had enough wood to continue the bridge.
By the time I’d chopped down the first tree another had spouted. Once that tree was gone, another had grown. Consistently more saplings dropped from the felled trees, and I planted as many as I could. Soon, I could chop down trees nearly continuously without having to wait for more to grow.
After three days of work, the island was populated with oaks and I had enough wood to continue the second land bridge. This island has provided me a brief respite, but I’ve been at sea for too many weeks now. I need to find solid land so that I can continue my quest of hunting witches.
There’s not much to say about bridge building that hasn’t been said already. I stand on the bridge and lay one block after the other, ever heading west. I got an entire day of construction in before sunset and felt good about the progress I was making.
But then something unexpected happened. My human-player saved the game and logged off, typical protocol after several days of progress. The human-player logged back in at a later point but was not attendant at the computer. I spawned in mid-air, even though I was previously standing on the bridge. I sank into the Orange Ocean, unable to move without the human-player’s input. By the time the human-player realized this folly it was too late to save me. I drowned at the bottom of the ocean.
I respawned back on Waystation Island. Every one of my deaths is painful, but this death was especially hard. I lost all my armor, my enchanted boots, my diamond sword Shinest, plus all the wood I’d gathered three days prior. All that wealth is sitting at the bottom of the ocean and there’s no way to recover it; the ocean floor is just too deep.
While I am back where I started four days ago geographically, I am actually in a worse spot materially. But I am trapped on this island and must make the best use of my resources. Starting tomorrow I will begin harvesting wood and recreating all of my tools.