Scout's (Dis)honor
#8 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day 3
Okay, first of all I gotta call bullshit. I was down by the pool again, and I took a look at my beak in the reflection. The smaller cracks are gone entirely, and the big one looks a lot smaller and shallower than I remember it being yesterday. That doesn't fucking happen. Something that deep is usually permanent. Lots of the tough guys back in Griffonstone have all kinds of chips and gouges on theirs that are years old. Now that I think about it, the frostbite in my fingers and toes is gone too. They look and feel like they did before the shipwreck.
Okay, so I'm not read up on medical stuff, but I'm healing way too fast, and there's no lingering disability like there's supposed to be. There some kind of magic on this island I should know about? Should I be worried? Either all the egghead doctors in Equestria AND Griffonstone were talking out their ass at me, or I've found some kind of Fountain of Youth.
Either way, I tried using the waterfall as a shower this morning. That didn't go well. Not only was it cold, but I almost got squished against the rocks by the weight of it all. Fell over and got swept out into the pool like a dumbass.
Whatever, would be nice to sit under the falls to get clean rather than swimming around. Without any soap I'm gonna need to pressure wash. Guess I'll try again later now that I know what to expect.
I spent the rest of the morning exploring the ground I covered yesterday. Found some juicy looking fruits and even a couple greens that look and smell good to eat. The ones I've taste tested so far don't seem poisonous. At least I hope not. Coconuts taste okay and all, but I need variety in my diet. That point got driven home to me in the most disgusting possible way. Making a note here I'll need to dig a proper latrine pit soon.
Oh that reminds me. Hey Dash, remember that weird kid from Junior Speedsters who shit his pants on the obstacle course? I actually looked him up a couple months backs. He's on social media now, running this group of wackjobs with a REALLY disturbing obsession with Nightmare Moon. They wanna overthrow the Equestrian government and install a "New Lunar Republic," whatever that means.
Oh well, I wish him luck. Don't think Luna's that supportive of the idea. There's only like a couple hundred of them anyways.
But speaking of Junior Speedsters, I guess some of those lessons they taught during the camping trips stuck after all. Took me awhile to remember them. Was just sitting crosslegged in the sand staring at yesterday's fire attempt. Then, just like that, the memories came back!
Still took a lot of time and effort, but I FINALLY got flames. I dumped as many sticks as I could on, then larger branches. Been keeping a large fire going for the past several hours now, and I've collected enough driftwood and loose palm fronds to keep it going well into the night.
Though I should figure out how to put together a hatchet. Then I can chop down one of these trees and get some big logs for the fire. THEN I won't have to worry as much about the fire going out.
So far the only tool I've managed to make is a stone knife, well sorta. Found an outcropping of some brittle volcanic rocks while exploring the shoreline. Was able to get a nice sharp shard from one of them when I smashed it with a different type of rock. Dunno what the scientific term is for either of them. Hey Dash, you mentioned your pink friend had a sister in the rock business right? She'd probably know.
Still, the knife's already come in handy. I didn't mention it earlier, but it can get kinda hot on tropical islands. Humid too. I've had to go for a couple swims a day to get the sweat off. Wearing long pants doesn't help when it's so warm and sunny all the time.
That's why I used this new knife to modify my jeans. Just spread them out on one of the big flat rocks that are lying around the beach and cut them into shorts. I'll keep the spare denim in case I find a use for it later. Though I think maybe I might've cut them a bit too high. Almost go up to the top of my thighs. Meh, not like anycreature's around to see me.
Then again, it's kind of a shame no one but me can see how great my ass looks in these. Fuck, I must be tired. NO idea why I wrote that.
Anyways, the sun's going down once again. Got some light and some warmth in front of my "bed" this time around, so I'll probably sleep better. Once I got some logs on there and a firepit going, I'll be able to keep it lit all night.
Alright, g'night Dash. And any other dipshits reading.
-Gilda