With a path down to the riches under the sea now conceivable I am struck with uncertainty on how to next proceed. For the meantime I joined the others in removing the various constructions composing the now defunct drill-caster. The rotten goo and vomit covering everything make it difficult at best to see what you are working on. The Card, of course wasn't paying the least bit of attention and got turned around. That clumsy fool broke a support wall, dropping a floor on one of my kids or something, and knocking myself and a few others out.
The debris crashed through two floors destroying our still and fishery and scattering their contents. Cerol was struck and died of his injuries on the spot a few hours later. My fifth-eldest son if these documents are right.
We commit to a stair down to bedrock.
GreatWrymLimestone hits an aquifer two levels under the seabed. Work abandoned to plan.
Aseaheru has noticed little Stakud has been missing for a week, is really unhappy and is demanding an official meeting with me to complain about loosing a second child. Personally I'm more worried that we have a disturbing shortage of tables. I'll work out the tables situation while pretending to listen to Aseaheru yell about
her our dead
kid kids. Whatever.
New tables are set up where the seeds stockpile was. It's decided that we'll hollow out under the seabed, channel into the aquifer and dump magma down into it. The first order of business was to preserve a cache of lava on the surface. Cerol's corpse is entombed inside behind a wall.
A small portion of our farm has been cultivating the few pigtail seeds saved from the wagon. The children, who are getting older, have so far simply gone naked in the heat and our own clothes are decaying to mere tatters. Malthas is weaving the fibers into thread whenever she finds a minute between having babies, cooking, brewing, farming, masonry and architecture. We aim to soon have stockpiled enough to produce our own textiles this year in advance of cooler temperatures underground.
While the magma level is still high Peregar co-ordinates the casting of the other spur of native subterranean rock encompassing it into the fortress. GreatWrymLimestone hollows it out and carves a viewing area as well. The surface is cleared of everything but the sealed well-house and the exterior doors are locked. It would be nice to start making some headway in getting this place cleaned up inside.
Preparations were started as the group undertook the next problem of penetrating the aquifer but halted again when GreatWrymLimestone came back to report encountering a stratum of shale in the wet red sand. After a nap and a drink and a break he returned to sink an exploratory stair that both bypassed the aquifer and yielded promising mineral samples.
The year ends on a high note. Aseaheru is still unhappy about something.