Day 6 (edit: did even anybody noticed it was 6, not 7?)
Ocean. Endless pool of water. I cannot proceed forward because of it. Have You ever wondered, what kind of monsters can lurk in the deepest parts of oceans? As it is for now, many beatiful knarrs are standing abandoned around the hearthlands. Maybe, those should decay into ghost ships over time, appearing from time to time in different places, haunting it's fishermen. Going along the shore, I wondered... Wondered so much in fact, I've found myself under a settlement of nice russian people. In my travels, many people said to avoid them, that they are cruel, vicious and dangerous. Is it like that? I would dare to say, not always, not everyone and nationality doesn't matter. Mean people are everywhere same as good people are everywhere. It is just faith or luck? Destiny or karma, that we find one type or another... One is for sure. People will often acknowledge more the evil they received, than good they were given. Is it by choice or maybe, because we find something that's good to happen naturally, while evildoers are something like... outsiders,a picture not fitting? Thank You Cool Russian people, for the Laddie's cap.
The powers of true slav from this laddie's cap have showed themself pretty fast. The first abandoned camp I found myself stumble upon was containing another hat. After squatting down and entering the super slav mode, I could sniff the sprucecap hat lying around, thus, giving myself the opportunity to claim 8th chat.
After reaching another big water body, I found a small settlement of man named John. He was a great help. He couldn't spare me a hat, but instead, gifted me a whole stuff of other gear and especially, the leather backpack! Thanks heavens! For a week of travels, I couldn't find enough ot leather to make myself one. After spending a little fine time with John and trying to help Him to find His missing cart, I made nearby den a home I could eventually come back to if I had to and moved on. Once again, thanks John.
With this last place, I'll end this day, founding another sprucecap. That's really fascinating if You think about it. Many places this days have sprucecaps left in abandoned places. You might think it's not a big deal but I think it might be. Just wonder for a little, a gear that's quality is far beyond that of sprucecap... yet it is here, waiting for me to be discovered and claimed. Here, one of many sprucecap had to make a tough decision, perhaps life changing! Getting some cloth it ain't a problem, but to have to leave your own, hand-made sprucecap for this far better head gear? They just could drop it, make it disappear but... they didn't. Just left it behind, still making it to exist. To wait. For another person, to stumble upon it. This is one of few decisions in this world, that repeat itself over and over.