While I felt relatively safe atop my cactus-circled pillar as I knew exactly what mobs were around me, I was sharply aware of just how easy it would be for me to fall to my death. I spent the entire night crouching, watching the mobs walk back and forth over the desert.
|So many creepers!|
|Oh wait. Some of those are cacti.|
Once the burning was over, one lone spider that had maneuvered around my defenses was left attacking my pillar. The creepers on the southern hill seemed disinterested in me. I dismantled my furnace and workbench and dug away at my pillar until I was low enough to shoot at the spider.
|A fitting monument.|
Atop my pillar I had seen that the desert did not continue east, instead I trailed off beyond the southern hills. Instead, my path leveled out onto a plain of dry grass.
I turned around at the sound of footsteps and saw the creeper a second too late.
|Enough time to take a screenshot. Not enough time to prevent the inevitable.|
I fell back as the creeper exploded, managing to only take two hearts of damage. It turns out there is a cavern beneath the desert, which is where it must have snuck up from.
I resisted the urge to destroy the desert with a single swipe of my shovel. That would not be the nomad way. Instead, I turned and continued east. For a time the land was flat and unremarkable. Occasionally I glimpsed a northern coast and the ocean beyond. But for the most part there was just dead grass and the occasional tree until a narrow lake forked my path.
I took the northern shore as it seemed to lead more directly east. Apart from the water now on both sides, the land continued uneventfully.
|Mountains ahead. (And a cloud that looks like a minecrafter!)|
Beyond the mountains the grass was greener and forested.
I stuck to to the northern face of the next hill and came across an interesting monument. Unfortunately, the density of the trees made photographing it difficult.
|A crazy overhang.|
|Check out the floating tree.|
I passed through the gap beneath the overhang and besides the pillar. On the eastern side the overhang continued. Just beyond was a beach and an ocean branching off to the horizon.
|Looking back from the beach. Can't see the forest for all the damn trees.|
|Snowy peaks to the north.|
I crafted a boat and was on my way.
And in my boat I spent the rest of the day. Although land passed me by several times, there was always a clear, ocean path east so I stayed in my boat. There is really nothing else to say of the day, so instead allow the pictures of my afternoon sailing do the talking for me.
|Around some islands.|
|Through a canyon.|
|A rather large desert stretched off to the south.|
|A rather intimidating mountain on a southern continent. I followed its coast to photograph it from behind.|
|Looking back south-west at the mountain.|
|The ocean continues.|
|Islands ahead, but the ocean continues east.|
|Another continent to the south.|
|Looking east. I sailed a bit to the north and stuck to the sea.|
|Sun sinking behind me.|
I had been in this boat for a long time, at least half the day. Now that the sky was darkening, I considered my options. I could always keep going; no mobs would attack me at night. But what if I missed an amazing landmark? No. I would continue to only travel at night. But would I spent the entire night just sitting in my boat? That could be a bit boring. I was ready to try sleeping atop a pillar again, but I still have bad memories about my night at sea. And then I saw my answer, just to the north.
|Hmm. That is a convenient little island...|
I pulled ashore and hastily placed torches around the island's perimeter.
As the stars came out, I still felt exposed. Being on land at night without a roof over my head just felt wrong. I had just enough dirt and glass on me to make a small shelter, and that I did.
In a shelter on an island of torches in the middle of the ocean. This is perhaps the safest I have felt on my entire trip. Nothing could possibly go wrong here...