Ragnarr: Day 157

I think I'm getting somewhere. I hope I'm getting somewhere.

I've spent a lot of time with Pelor these last two days. Pelor and a fisherman who still follows the old ways, hunts with a wooden spear and all that. I asked him to help me, show me how to use the damn thing. He did, patiently enough. He frowned when I practiced some of what Pelor had shown me with it, saying that it wasn't sporting to use magic to catch fish.

I tried to tell him that I wasn't going to be catching fish. We've never fought anything underwater that couldn't eat me whole, and I could use every advantage I could get. I told him about the great bloody shark, and he seemed to understand.

At least I've learned to swim a little. I still don't see why anybody created a world with so damn much water. Why cover most of the world in water if the finest creatures on it can't swim? Seems daft.

We're trying to get a boat. I'm doing what good I can here while we wait, but mostly it's been a quiet couple of days. The others are doing what they can to help make the next underwater battle a little less stupid, and hopefully between us we can avoid having to bring in a suicide fire elemental.

I've spent my days praying, spearing, and drinking at night. This village has decent liquor, even if they haven't seen a supply ship in a while. Perhaps once I get back to the mainland I can see about getting a merchant to come out this way. Somebody's got to want to buy fish, yes?

It's strange. I still feel terrible for what happened with the elemental, but I feel closer to Pelor than I ever have. Perhaps I've been leaning on him too much, and he wanted me to find my own strength, or some bollocks. I don't know.

What I do know is that Arcadius has just bought another bottle of akavit, and that means I have somewhere else to be.

With luck, we'll have somewhere altogether different to go to, too. I think I've come as far as I can on this island, and I want to see what gifts Pelor's given me.

This time, I'll make sure I've got a spear handy.