Up In Smoke with Fresh Bread

Our town got back to business as usual after the departure of our first lumberjack and his family fairly fast. Charles was doing a great job keeping a healthy supply of the valuable oak wood for us. I was searching for a new project when Steven called a town meeting. He had been talking with one of our newest town's citizens, and he was interested in taking on a larger part in the town. His name was Christopher White, and he had some experience as a baker. He was a modest kind of guy, stating that he really just fiddled around, but most of the townsfolk knew that his bread was the best. It was put to a vote, and it was unanimous: Christopher White would be our baker. He preferred to be called White to prevent confusion. He was an affable and comfortable type of person, and he was already well liked in the community. Christopher started planning the bakery right away. Everything seemed to be going well... until I accidentally set fire to our ship.

The ship that had carried us to new hope and possibly a better life was just a few bits of wood and chests after my accident. I had gone to the ship to put some stuff in my personal chests and to get a few items there. I fumbled with the flint and steel, forgetting how sensitive this one was. All of a sudden, everything, including myself, was on fire. I panicked a little, and I didn't see the bucket at my feet at first. More could have been saved if I had seen it sooner. I tried smothering the fire at first, but there was just too much. The smoke got to me, and I had to put myself out several times. I concentrated on saving the chests, the beds, and the bookshelves. I saved most of the chests, 1 bed and 1 bookshelf. Christopher and Steven tried to come help once they saw what was happening, but I had most of the fire out by that time. I got back to shore, looked back, and started to cry. It had been a home to me, and I did not want to see my friends' faces when I explained what happened. They were mostly just glad that I was okay. It was Karen who helped the most. She looked out at the wreckage, took a deep breath, stood up tall, and said, "Good riddance. It might have brought us to our home, but it was a constant reminder of the past and all we have lost. It is fitting that it went up in flames. Now, we are free. Cheer up, my friends, and take this as a good sign."

Karen then forced me to go the the Healer House with her. She was worried about my minor burns and the seawater. She gave me some herbal concoction to help me breathe easier, and she put something wonderfully soothing on my burns. I would hurt for awhile, but I was okay. The next day, I went back to the shore to see what was left. It wasn't pretty, but I had a new sense of relief. I would have to build myself a house for my new project. As I strolled back towards town, I saw that Christopher had started building the bakery. White was excited and already had on his baker uniform. I smiled as I went by, and he smiled back. Yesterday had been bad, but tomorrow held the promise of fresh bread and a true home. 

Kennels and Goodbyes

I didn't realize how thin I was stretching myself after building the healer house for my dearest of friends, Karen. When I went to build the kennels for Jennifer, I did not plan properly. The area I had originally selected for the project did not have the orientation or space I needed. I began building and tore down several structures behind the healer house. It just didn't feel right. I was in the middle of trying to re-build the kennels once again, when I fell off the one story structure. I sprained my ankle, but it could have been a lot worse. Karen ordered me to rest for a few days. After that, I grabbed my building tools and supplies. I wanted to get right back to my project. I felt it was of utmost importance. Karen caught me before I could so much as remove one wooden plank from the building I had started a few days before. I was on “light duty” for the next few weeks. She had the whole town watching me after that. I realized I must really have been getting better because I didn't mind the hours upon hours jobless and allowed to wallow in my dark thoughts. I had never been so bored and yet so restless as those few weeks of light duty. They allowed me to walk around the town, to plant flowers and the remove some weeds, but I was encouraged to sit down and talk to the women of the town (preferably with my leg prompt up and a cool beverage in my hand). After two long weeks of socializing me, Karen finally relented. I suspected that it wasn't just my ankle she was worried about. I think she wanted me to get to know others, to let them into my life, and I had given her the perfect opportunity.

One of the best things that came from being on light duty? I figured out the perfect plot of land for the kennels. I redesigned my overly extravagant and large plans, and I knew what I had in mind would be perfect for Jennifer's needs. The new plans brought me some happiness, but I would not be content until my project had been completed. I thought about the benefits of having a kennel close to the houses. The dogs that Jennifer cared for could act as an warning system. They sleep at night, so they would only bark if something were to threaten the area. Jennifer would like the kennel pretty close to home anyway. I cleared the area once I had been given town approval, and I finally started building with a clear vision. I used a lighter wood for the kennel because we had an over abundance of birch. The town had decided that the main buildings and homes of the town should be of the same wood, and the most prominent tree around was oak. Christopher was used to building with this type of wood as well, and the lumber jack we had attracted felt oak was the best quality. I readily agreed with this, but I wanted the kennels to feel more open and airy. With only the front of the kennel being open, it would be easier to get enough light in there without causing danger to the animals or putting in unnecessary windows. Jennifer liked the lighter wood and readily agreed with my choice.

I knew that I wasn't a master builder, especially after this endeavor, but I felt that it was functional if not beautiful. I got a little creative with some fences, but I liked it. Inside there was 3 main fenced in areas. One area was for the sick or injured animals. Another area was for the expectant and new mothers, and the last area was for any animal (mainly dogs would be using this kennel) that wanted a place to sleep or rest in a shaded and cool place. I made sure there was a place for fresh water, and I put in a chest that Jennifer could keep stocked with anything she might need or want for the animals. I wasn't as proud of it as I was the healer house, but I thought it would fit with exactly what Jennifer wanted.

After I finished the building, Jennifer went through it, and she seemed pleased. I felt like I had done a good job, and it was such a nice feeling that I wanted to keep doing special projects for the people of our town. I moved some of the wheat fields behind the healer house. I had planted the additional wheat originally by Steven's farm. It was awkward and everyone had to be careful walking through that area. Steven didn't mind where the wheat was planted, but he seemed to be pleased with the plot of land I tilled behind Karen's building. Karen thought it gave the view out of the back window a nice comforting view. I couldn't have been happier with it.

There was one sad thing that I noticed when I was on light duty. Our original lumber jack had decided to leave the town. He and his wife received a letter from some distant family with many woes. They had done some heavy thinking on the matter, and while they loved our town, they could not let their family suffer if they had the ability to ease the hardship. We wished William B. Williams and his wife a tearful farewell. I made sure they had plenty of bread and apples for their journey, and the other townsfolk sent them off with similar gifts. Karen hugged them both, cried while saying goodbye, and kept telling them to be safe. Jennifer was somber and held Christopher's strong hand. Luckily, one of the new men in town was a lumber jack.

William worked with him a little before he left, and he assured us that Charles E. Harris was good at his job and nice fellow. I wasn't sure how I felt about the Williams family leaving so soon after arriving here, but mostly, I felt relieved that someone was there to take up the job immediately. I did feel a little sad because I liked William B. Williams. His name always made me smile, and I would miss saying hello. Was this a bad omen that some of our settlers were already packing up and leaving? I hoped not, and I held onto that hope. After all, Karen, Steven, Jennifer and Christopher were still my family and still there with me.