|Almost time to get going...|
A spider had been scuttling back and forth over my glass ceiling all night, so I decided on a less orthodox exit, by digging into the river.
|There we go.|
The water rushed down the shaft I had dug over night, undoubtedly flooding all the torches I had placed down there. Not that it mattered. Not that I would ever return here. I swam out of the camp and started my day.
Directly east was water. I had picked up my workbench without crafting a boat, though, so I followed the land as it crept to the north.
|Following the edge of the island north-east.|
I came to a shady knoll beside the water. A pig was out splashing around.
|This looks nice.|
|Morning, Aqua Pig!|
Continuing east, it looked like I would finally need that boat.
The grass was flat for a while, but ocean was ever-present just to the south.
|Trees and water.|
|A big tree, but the land is running out.|
|Those are fairly sheer cliffs. Doubt I can swim to shore.|
|Okay. I guess it is boat time again.|
|Here we go then.|
|A literal desert island? (looking south)|
|Another odd island (looking north)|
Anyway, that is still in the future. For now, I left the beach and kept walking. The ground rose gradually up a hill until I came out on a clearing that looked east towards another grand mountain, though one that looked easily passable.
|Hills. Hills. Hills.|
|Oh. Hello there.|
|Quite friendly looking, as far as mountains go.|
|Yep. A grass cavern. Well there you go.|
|Ow. Thank you, iron armour!|
|The view from the 'lower' ledge.|
|Still quite a long way down...|
|No, really. What the heck, hill?!|
|The tunnel and its lack of minerals.|
|Oh. Is that the moon?|
|Yes. Yes it is.|
|Not too bad for a spur of the moment camp.|
And that was the thirteenth. Almost fell to my death once, but otherwise a decent day.
That mountain is still blowing my mind, though.