788 days ( A Minecraft Story)

It's been 788 days with no sight of land, lava dripping from the dripstone in the farm, waves splashing along the sides of the raft.

I've built myself a life on this floating piece of wood; wake up, eat a full salmon, and then cast the line and wait for fish. After a few hours, I trade in my pufferfish and tropical fish to the villagers for iron and dirt.

I've got woody floors and grassy plains. The carrots and potatoes are getting bigger. The lava in the farm bubbles.

The ocean waves bob my raft up and down. I lie down to sleep and use the stars as counting sheep.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new adventure and one more day on the chart of now 789 days.