I was so excited to get out of my boat and go to shore. I did not even wait for the zombies to catch fire; the moment it was light enough to see my surroundings, I went ashore.
|Waiting for the sun.|
|From whence I came.|
|Up we go!|
|Oh man. Oh man.|
|Goodbye, my trusty boat.|
|And off we go!|
|Looking back north-west as I climb.|
|And into the trees.|
|Continuing through the forest.|
|Looking east across the river.|
|And winding back up to the north.|
|Easy there. Just want the mushroom.|
|A tree half-in and half-out of the swamp.|
|Muddy ground where I came ashore.|
|And some brown mushrooms!|
|Looking south towards the swamp.|
|Another forest to the north.|
|And a river slithering back towards the north-west.|
It was a roof.
|Oh. My. God.|
I was ecstatic. I wanted to run forward and embrace my new friends. But were they even friendly? I had no idea. I forced myself to proceed slowly and keep my sword drawn. The person in his watchtower continued to bounce.
As I came by the first door on the right, a person in white opened the door and came out to greet me. Without an invite, I walked right into his house. I was inside a house. How novel!
|The house on the left.|
|The main road.|
Fortunately, as I had these thoughts, the sky above me grew darker.
But I only just started walking again. After my week at sea, I was keen not to stop so soon. In the morning I would leave the village behind, I was already sure of this. But oh how my answer might have been different if one more week of walking passed before I stumbled upon this village and its content residents!
I would just have to enjoy it while I can.