I can’t do this alone. I had this half-conceived notion that I wouldn’t need anyone. That I was self-sufficient. A few weeks on this island and I dont need any more convincing that I have to explore. There’s no way I’m going to get different resources and meet other people if I don’t get out these slabs of wood I call home.
I’ve been here a while now and I know the easiest way to travel is by air. There are plenty of pteranodons that roam the coast but my confidence isn’t the greatest when it comes to taming. I barely tamed my last carnivore and my supplies were running low. Instead of going out with the intention to get a bird, I went to refill my supplies and get meat to feed a bird, should I find one. Well of course, this is when the opportunity presents itself to get one.
On a neighboring island I spot one of the birs I've been seeing and happened to have my bow and some tranquilizer arrows handy. Now is as good of a time as ever. The spot wasn’t the best seeing as it was a half a mile from my house. In this world you have to carry a wide array of things as you'll never know what adventure you will find yourself in. “No risk, no reward”, I heard over and over in my head as I sat with my new friend Terry. For the next few hours I began preparing for my near future mentally. I knew I had a challenge in figuring out how to craft a saddle so I could ride her. I had my work cut out for me. My knowledge was limited on crafting saddles. While I could craft saddles for some of the dinosaurs I had, I only knew a few. Crafting the Terry was within my skillset but I’m afraid the carnosaur saddle was too big and needed a way to weld metal onto hides stitched together. Well first I needed some metal so I could safely harness her. Then I needed tons of hide to cover her. Could I really do this? It took over a week of getting tiny amounts of metal from rocks and dozens of hide before I finally had enough material to make the saddle.
Seeing her fly was comparable to seeing your own child take its first steps. I can’t explain the accomplishment and pride I felt after seeing her take flight. I take her back to the house and spend the next few days tirelessly hacking away on rock after rock hoping to turn up some metal. Rock after rock. I eventually managed to make a saddle and for the first time I really felt accomplished. Making a house, surviving.. all of it meant nothing when I realized I could fly; the sky's the limit. Tomorrow, I have to find out if someone can craft a saddle for Narco. Riding him means I'm much ore of a threat to the smaller dinosaurs roaming the island. Much more of a threat to the people wandering around me as well.
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