here I shall write the chronicle of my journey. might take a while to complete it.
DAY 1Today I start my journey to the middle of the world, in unknown lands.
From outpost to mountainhome, to gather the last supplies, and then straight south at the first light in the morning.
Long I am prepared to walk, but soon I find the first obstacle. Water blocks my way.
unwilling to let such a simple thing stop me, I build a sturdy canoe out of a chestnut. I christened it with the name of "MHS voyager", then I began to cross the sea. If it is as big as the sea between Mountainhome and Outpost , I should shortly be back on land, and the hard part will begin.
Hours passed and I still haven't reached any worthy land mass, just some islands. This sea is much bigger than I expected; I wonder if it this sea is as big as the great continent of the mountainhome.
Night is falling, and I still haven't found a place where I can land and rest. I'll avoid the island filled with monsters and I'll sleep on the canoe, unless a storm forces me to do otherwise.
Before falling asleep, I do some observations of the night sky with my sextant, and I measure temperature.
I have already travelled 2500 Urists from Mountainhome and temperature is 16 C°. for an autumn night, it is warmer than it should be. but the difference is still too small to prove the equator theory.
I can't avoid wondering if this ocean will ever end, or if will last forever.
Day 2It is past noon and the sea continues endless. It is a great ocean, an enormous bowl carved in the world. Maybe this is how the world is really made, and continents such as our are rare and sparse, mere particles of dust floating in a water?
I passed several islands, but I decided not to stop yet : supplies are still plenty and I don't want to waste any time.
Land! Finally I reached land. First it was a mountain at the horizon, then it grew into a great landmass.
Temperatures are well above 20 C° despite being in autumn. I'll call this side of the ocean the "Land of everlasting summer". I haven't worn my coat in the last hours, and I doubt I'll wear it for the rest of the journey. In fact, I might have to use even lighter clothing as I approach the equator. With this sensible shift of temperature, the theory that temperature rises when going south is proved almost beyond reasonable doubt.
The mountain that welcomed me seems to be made entirely of rock salt, a curious feature for the members of the geological society. just beside it there is a ravine, also made of white rock salt, blinding brilliance even at this late hour.
I marked the position of this historical event with a sign, left for the future generations. according to my sextant, I am now 4536 tiles away from the predicted position of the equator. but the easy part of the journey ends here, since now I'll have to walk.
Before monsters infest the land, I'll carve a small shelter in the rock, to rest safely.
work in progress
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