|Looking north as I pass the island.|
|The edge of the old world.|
|Going over the edge.|
|Looking north back at the old world.|
|Oh wait. Land!|
|No. More water.|
I kept sailing regardless. At least, it seemed that I did not get hungry while sailing, at least. I guess sitting is not very tiring work. Late in the morning, I had to maneuver around a small cluster of islands. It was the most land I had seen since dawn.
|Might actually have to turn.|
|And back to the open ocean.|
|First tree I've seen for a while.|
|Easy does it...|
|...just in time for the mobs.|
|Looking north at the back of the 'island'.|
|The sun setting back beyond the island slither.|
|And the moon rising ahead.|
Over night, shadowy figures blotted out the stars above the two islands as zombies, skeletons, and spiders moved around. As the sky brightened with the morning, I risked a creep towards the next island. Strangely, no mobs awaited me when I got there.
|An island worthy of my sign.|
|Heading around the island (note the underwater arch).|
|And more trees ahead. And more ocean.|
|The only friends I have left.|
|Looking back west.|
|And forwards to the east.|
|An island of zombies.|
|An island of creepers.|
|Okay. Maybe went a little too close.|
|And then, dawn.|
|And more ocean.|
And so began day Forty-Four, my third day at sea. Early in the morning, while the horizon was still tinted yellow, I sailed by the most promising landmass thus far.
|Could this be it?!|
|Maybe this time?|
|If only there were more land stretching beyond that hill.|
|Please please please please please...|
I guess we will see what morning brings.