The Minecraft Travelogue: The Second Land Bridge: Days 54-58

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.

Day 54

Today I began construction on my second land bridge. I was frustrated and upset that my journey across the Orange Ocean was far from complete. But I couldn’t focus on the failure of my anticipation now. All that mattered was building the bridge to a new life. I left my temporary home and laid plank after plank.

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Midday I found a desert island, but I knew not to get my hopes up. Perhaps if I find small islands along the way I can use them to supplement my land bridge; that would save on construction costs. But this island was too small, and too far out of the way. I moved on, and within the hour, I saw in all directions only water.

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Maybe the sun was playing tricks on me, but I started to notice something odd in the water. Dark shadows, often in groups of two or three. At first I thought they might be sea creatures of some sort. Giant squid? Whales? Man ‘o’ War?

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I shouldn’t have investigated them, but my curiosity got the better of me. I had to see what they were. I jumped off the bridge into the warm tropical water. I swam toward the shadows, then dove underwater. I wasn’t prepared for what I would find.

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The shadows weren’t creatures, but voids! I popped up inside one of them, and to my surprise, I could breathe. These were air bubbles, somehow suspended underwater. These air bubbles were very numerous, and witches obviously didn’t live on the high seas, so they must be natural formations, not demonic summonings. But how did they stay suspended underwater? Wasn’t air supposed to rise?

I left the air bubble and went back to constructing the bridge. I saw them with my open eyes, breathed their air with my own lungs, and yet I still do not believe in their existence. At this time, I have no more information to go on. These shadowy voids remain a mystery and a constant companion on my journey.

Day 55

I constructed all day and all through the night, pausing not once for sleep. Bridge building was a lonely lot, one that I have chosen for myself. In the morning it rained hard, reducing visibility. I was pleasantly surprised, then, when I discovered another island, this one very close to the path of my bridge.

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This island proved to be much bigger than the last one. It was inhabited by flocks of sheep, so naturally I dubbed it Sheep Island. The island was large enough to make a detour in my bridge construction worth it. I saved a few hundred blocks of material by making the island a part of my land bridge. Plus, it felt good, if even for the half hour I spent there, to see grass and trees again.

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Days 56-58

How many ways are there to describe building a wooden bridge across the ocean? I’m not sure.

By day 57, I reached another island. I was almost out of material, and this place had plenty of birch trees. I cut down as many as I could hold, and named this place Birth Island.

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But as I have discovered before, this world is starting to split apart at the seams. As I crossed the island, searching for a suitable spot to continue my land bridge, I found blocks of sand floating in the sky. This world makes no sense: less dense material like air stays suspended underwater, and denser material like sand stays suspended in the air. Birth Island became Floating Sand Island. I wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

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I reached the coast and found the perfect spot to resume construction on my bridge: a finger of sand, pointing west.

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It was as if God Himself was confirming the integrity of my quest. I need to go west. I don’t know why, but something has to lie across this ocean. Floating Sand Island now became Direction Island, the place where God confirmed what direction I must travel.

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