‘Alexia Riley, you have been commissioned by the High Council of the Earth’s Forestry and Woodland to document a trek through the Atlantic Ocean. Is your team ready to depart in four days time?’
‘Yes, Sir. We will be fully equipped to depart from Great Britain at 7:30am Thursday 26th May 2018. We will be departing from Heathrow Airport, and travelling to Nanortalik, Greenland. From there we will depart, and travel through the Atlantic Ocean before arriving in the Falkland Islands.’ My reply travels across the large room and to the seven people sitting in front of me.
You see, the Earth’s oceans were not composed of water as would be suggested by the name, but they were made up of trees; making it possible to travel from continent to continent. …show more content…
Beaming away to myself, I think about what an adventure this will be.
*****
The first week passes quickly, the fauna and wildlife is something that has previously been explored and documented, as shown by the worn paths we are currently following. The trees have grown denser, taller, and closer together. The soil beneath our feet has become harder, no longer supple. Something everybody was only glad for, as our feet and the carts, no longer sunk into it making it harder to move through.
After setting up camp, everybody moves to do their own thing. The military start to sweep the surrounding areas, Sophia is sorting through medical supplies, Magnus and Alexander are starting dinner, and everybody else, like myself, is writing down notes and reports of the day’s journey.
Sitting down by the camp fire, drawing the fauna and wildlife we have passed, I flick through previous notes, reflecting on how well our journey has …show more content…
Something else that is new, the temperature is starting to drop, especially at night when the sun no longer filters through the treetops.
‘How’s the perimeter Commander?’ I cheekily ask.
Rolling his eyes, he replies with a faint smile. ‘No activity has thus far been seen.’
We have a differing opinion concerning the danger of this mission. I think we will only have trouble from the hard landscape, and dangerous animals the further in we get. He thinks we are still too close to land, that wandering upon another person, particularly a poacher or hunter, can still happen.
Letting out a brief chuckle I let my eyes fall closed and soak up the peaceful forest. I can’t wait to start out again tomorrow.
*****
Conversing with Commander Sawyer, we double check our route on the map in the morning light. Noting that while the ground stays flat, we are more likely to see larger animals. Looking up I see him frown. ‘Don’t worry, they won’t come close to us.’
‘It’s not the animals I’m concerned about.’
Shaking my head at him I reply. ‘You worry too much.’ Packing away the map, we begin our morning
‘Yes, Sir. We will be fully equipped to depart from Great Britain at 7:30am Thursday 26th May 2018. We will be departing from Heathrow Airport, and travelling to Nanortalik, Greenland. From there we will depart, and travel through the Atlantic Ocean before arriving in the Falkland Islands.’ My reply travels across the large room and to the seven people sitting in front of me.
You see, the Earth’s oceans were not composed of water as would be suggested by the name, but they were made up of trees; making it possible to travel from continent to continent. …show more content…
Beaming away to myself, I think about what an adventure this will be.
*****
The first week passes quickly, the fauna and wildlife is something that has previously been explored and documented, as shown by the worn paths we are currently following. The trees have grown denser, taller, and closer together. The soil beneath our feet has become harder, no longer supple. Something everybody was only glad for, as our feet and the carts, no longer sunk into it making it harder to move through.
After setting up camp, everybody moves to do their own thing. The military start to sweep the surrounding areas, Sophia is sorting through medical supplies, Magnus and Alexander are starting dinner, and everybody else, like myself, is writing down notes and reports of the day’s journey.
Sitting down by the camp fire, drawing the fauna and wildlife we have passed, I flick through previous notes, reflecting on how well our journey has …show more content…
Something else that is new, the temperature is starting to drop, especially at night when the sun no longer filters through the treetops.
‘How’s the perimeter Commander?’ I cheekily ask.
Rolling his eyes, he replies with a faint smile. ‘No activity has thus far been seen.’
We have a differing opinion concerning the danger of this mission. I think we will only have trouble from the hard landscape, and dangerous animals the further in we get. He thinks we are still too close to land, that wandering upon another person, particularly a poacher or hunter, can still happen.
Letting out a brief chuckle I let my eyes fall closed and soak up the peaceful forest. I can’t wait to start out again tomorrow.
*****
Conversing with Commander Sawyer, we double check our route on the map in the morning light. Noting that while the ground stays flat, we are more likely to see larger animals. Looking up I see him frown. ‘Don’t worry, they won’t come close to us.’
‘It’s not the animals I’m concerned about.’
Shaking my head at him I reply. ‘You worry too much.’ Packing away the map, we begin our morning