Elias sat down at the table inside of his banana leaf hut. A hut hewed from instantly grown banana trees, taking the leaves and slathering them with sap, putting them together in a geometric cylindrical shape followed by a conic roof on the top of it. He lived out here in the Jaya Forest right now, outside of Mock Town. ANd why did he? No one wanted him, save for the Phantom Raiders. He was a mark that made people targeted by the marines whatever pirate ship he got on. It seemed that someone wanted him home, and he had a good guess who. But, he was getting distracted by his own thoughts again. He had to work on this work log. A journal of sorts, something to catalog all of the actions he was taking today for the forestry restoration project he took upon himself. You see, the other day, he was accosted by a pyromaniac pirate prick that wanted to pitch a pyre in the forest to try and smoke Elias out of his home. So here he sat, opening up that journal to start jotting things down.
Entry 1
Alright, so, I'm sitting here at the table trying to gather my thoughts about everything that had happened. Fusebeard. Yeah, that was his name. Fusebeard the Pyro Privateer as he is more commonly known as. He gathered up a group of guys, a bunch of of the sort that didn't have anything better to do you know? The kind that were happy to help out with an attempt on someone's life just because it sounded like something to do at the time. Honestly, I don't know why pirates like that are out on the ocean. There are those types, and then there are the kind like Yuurei or the Captain... And I'm getting distracted again. I have to stop. Okay, focus. Why are you still writing this down Elias? Maybe because you like to write out your thoughts? This isn't your notebook about people. This is your work log! Get to work!
He leaned back in his chair, his hood falling off of his head while he groaned to himself. "COme on. Come on Elias, you gotta focus. But no Elias, this is work. And work isn't really something you want to do. But it's the forest. You like the forest. I know I like the forest. Okay, fine. Fine! Alright! I can do this!" He leaned forward and over his notebook where he brought his pen to the paper and started to write. Thirty minutes later, he had a drawing of a tree on fire in the notebook next to his first journal entry.
Entry 2
Okay, I'm going to go for a walk around the forest and size up the amount of damage that has happened. I'll be back in a little bit. I'm guessing around eighty one percent of the Jaya forest remains. This shouldn't take too long, but the whole problem of fixing it is going to be figuring out how to grow regular trees that don't throw people fifty feet in to the air.
Entry 1
Alright, so, I'm sitting here at the table trying to gather my thoughts about everything that had happened. Fusebeard. Yeah, that was his name. Fusebeard the Pyro Privateer as he is more commonly known as. He gathered up a group of guys, a bunch of of the sort that didn't have anything better to do you know? The kind that were happy to help out with an attempt on someone's life just because it sounded like something to do at the time. Honestly, I don't know why pirates like that are out on the ocean. There are those types, and then there are the kind like Yuurei or the Captain... And I'm getting distracted again. I have to stop. Okay, focus. Why are you still writing this down Elias? Maybe because you like to write out your thoughts? This isn't your notebook about people. This is your work log! Get to work!
He leaned back in his chair, his hood falling off of his head while he groaned to himself. "COme on. Come on Elias, you gotta focus. But no Elias, this is work. And work isn't really something you want to do. But it's the forest. You like the forest. I know I like the forest. Okay, fine. Fine! Alright! I can do this!" He leaned forward and over his notebook where he brought his pen to the paper and started to write. Thirty minutes later, he had a drawing of a tree on fire in the notebook next to his first journal entry.
Entry 2
Okay, I'm going to go for a walk around the forest and size up the amount of damage that has happened. I'll be back in a little bit. I'm guessing around eighty one percent of the Jaya forest remains. This shouldn't take too long, but the whole problem of fixing it is going to be figuring out how to grow regular trees that don't throw people fifty feet in to the air.