Since i dont have a huge choice of occupations and one of them being the best of all time : Minecraft, after chasing furiously a hoard of chickens to fight for my life in many ways, after going on endless explorations to find at the very border of the continent sugar canes, this time not for a good batch of rum, but a book and a quill, so the lonely islander can rest his thought and memory on a paper softer than a babys hand.
ill probably end up putting this short and stupid little story here but time time. 
