sailing away.

A week spent working on this monstrosity has burned me out a bit. So, in the eleventh hour I decided a break was in order and it was time to return home, or at least establish where home is.

I packed just the basic essentials, as I assume I will return to this project soon. I grabbed a few slime balls and a couple of ender eyes. Everything else can be found with a bit of patience. What makes this location so important is that it is thus far the only nether portal I have constructed which is close to a nether fortress, which I will require to make more ender eyes. So, I will undoubtedly revisit it in the future.

I sailed into the rising sun, keeping my path as narrow as possible, no distractions. The sun rose, the sun set and while I was aware of how great a distance this island was from the mainland, it felt ... further. As the days dragged on I began to doubt my decision or where or not I was indeed even sailing in the right direction. What if, I had originally sailed toward the rising sun?

I passed unfamiliar islands, finding none of the familiar land marks. Eventually, after what may have been close to a week in game, I hit land. But, it was unfamiliar land. I had assumed I had drifted slightly off course when I had originally settled on island 3. But this felt like foreign soil.

I created a small beacon, which is, I think a straight path to island 3, but seeing how easy it is to get lost in the oceans, there is always the prospect that, like the mysterious island 2, I will never set foot on it again.

In the meantime, I'm without a home and it's starting to get dark and bad things come out in the dark.