Day 22:
Fished most of the day because I was out of food again. One doesn’t really appreciate how much one eats until one has to go get it all the time, from something further away than the ship’s galley.
The fish here bite pretty regularly, which is nice. They’re dumb enough to bite without me baiting the line, which is even better. It’s certainly not like it was fishing with Grandpa all those years ago. Man, you had to virtually beat those fish with a snickers bar to get them on the hook.
The fishing is still a bit… odd… though. Like today I “caught” another horse’s saddle, and a bow. The bow glows funny, and seems to be much stronger than the one that I made. By “glows funny” I mean emits a slight purplish light, sort of like the horror squids’ eyes, but it’s barely noticeable until you’re trying to doze off to sleep and realize something purple is making the darkness slightly less dark.
Whoever lived here before me was quite powerful. I hope they don’t want their stuff back.
Found a little more diorite in the mine last night. If my crew chief were here, she’d use the ore detector on the walls to tell us which way to dig next, or whether the ore is truly depleted. Since she’s not here, I’m digging the shafts out neater and cleaner in hopes that I can prevent something from collapsing while I’m deep.
My best chance for something valuable is deep. I should have less than a week left here, so I want to make it count.
