I needed more iron.
I was getting desperate. I was using stone picks again. I still had twenty-something ingots, but the number was going down more than it was going up. So on the night of the twenty-forth day, when my mining hit a vast cavern network, I did not turn around; instead, I stepped down into the darkness.
|Into the darkness.|
|My heart was pounding pretty hard.|
I could not hear any mobs nearby, just the grunts of a cow. As I still needed to make my sign, and some new tools, I left early to go chop down a tree.
|Sun still rising.|
|Seems the torches worked again.|
|OK. Perhaps it is still a bit too early.|
|Meh. He'll be dead soon. No need to worry.|
|That was perhaps a bit too close.|
Back in my camp, I blocked off the entrance while I crafted. I would not be long, but if I left it open then I knew a creeper would sneak in.
At the end of Day Twenty-Four, I asked if I should stick to the boat or head inland. People voted unanimously for the boat, so I headed back to where I had docked it the previous night and headed on my way.
|Hello there, trusty boat.|
|On we go, then.|
Well that was short lived. I could see more water ahead, but too far to warrant digging another channel. The boat I had been riding seen the previous afternoon would have to stay here.
|Looking south at crazy mountains.|
|Heading east to more ocean.|
I did not wish to make another boat straight away, in case the land blocked it again just ahead. Instead, I climbed onto higher ground to check the horizon first. I also needed to collect more wood if I was to craft another boat.
|Ocean look a go.|
|On we go.|
The southern land was slowly creeping east and pushed my tiny vessel increasingly north. Yet, i felt certain that this was a mere cape, and I would soon be sailing back to the south and east again before too long.
|More forests and mountains to the south. Looks like I am not missing too much.|
|Island to the north.|
|Being forced north-east.|
|OK, now I am just heading north.|
|Still heading north, but looks like I finally found the point.|
|Rounding the cape and looking east.|
|Looking south from what is perhaps the northern-most point I have been in this journey.|
|Heading back south-east to get on track.|
After such a diversion north, I was now being blocked by a slither of land. I went ashore with the intention of carving a channel for my boat.
But then I had an idea. The TNT sitting in my inventory all these days. Why not use it for something practical? It seems smart enough, and safe enough, and justified.
|What could possible go wrong?|
An explosives expert, I am not. I did not consider that the TNT may form a hole more than a block deep. In hindsight, that was a pretty big thing to overlook. I didn't like my chances, but I thought I may as well try to get my boat through anyhow. I had seen other people ride boats up waterfalls. Perhaps I could do that?
|There is no way this is going to work...|
Defeated, I stomped off to the next ocean and crafted my third boat for the day.
|*grumble grumble mutter mutter*|
|Back to the water.|
Things went smoother this time. I was able to continue directly east for some time without interference. I was still probably somewhat further north than my previous camp, but I could correct for that later. Besides, does it particularly matter? The eastern horizon is still directly ahead.
|Awesome mountain back west on the island I boated around.|
|A beach of gravel.|
|Looking north. All the way north.|
Eventually, I was blocked by a sandbank. I tried traveling around it, but was merely halted at another.
|Going around north...|
|A mountain appearing off to the south-east.|
There was no point digging through. The water dead-ended just ahead anyhow. The sun was getting fairly low as I headed into the woods to find shelter for the night.
|Huge mountain to the south.|
|Oh my. (looking south)|
So I guess I am not heading that way. Instead I turned further east, only to find myself looking down into another canyon.
I decided to scale the wall around to the southern-tip where I would make camp. If I got there before sunset, that is.
|Carefully heading south.|
I started to dig out my camp beside the water. Not two blocks in, I decided I had chosen a good spot.
|Here will do just fine, me thinks.|
|Perhaps a dash irregular.|
|Looking north over the water.|
So that was an interesting day, and a good change of pace. I felt rested, not having walked and jumped all day. I wondered if tomorrow would bring more ocean adventures or a return to the land. I guess I will know when I climb out of the canyon in the morning.