Hello again. Today was pretty quiet.

This morning I had three eggs and a large and delicious, though spiky, fruit for breakfast. I flew off onto the next island with hope for a reunion. All I found were some angry locals. Well, one very angry local. The rest were pretty tame, but he kind of made up for it in my opinion

The lead local or chief was a big heavyset man with very little clothing and lots of spittle when he yelled. Which he seemed to do a lot. I had wandered into the primitive grass hut village hoping to hear any sign or rumor that could lead me to my companions.

Things like whole villages or islands being flooded, or scorched, or everyone dying, or malicious pranking spirits. Y'know, the kinds of stuff my friends would do if unpleasantly surprised.

Instead I got a face full of spittle and unintelligible roaring from the chief. He got up in my face, pushed me around a little, smacked his subordinates, all while frothing and spitting in a rage.

Then he pointed his finger at my nose.

So I set him on fire.

I hate when people wave their fingers in my face. It's rude.

I mean, who knows where his fingers have even been, right? Not to mention, there I am, being very calm and polite. Trying not to ruffle any feathers. Just looking for news of my friends, and this fat moron goes and waves his stubby sausages in my face?!

Nuh-uh! No sir!

On reflection, in hindsight, I may have overreacted with the whole 'burning him to death' thing. But I am not as stable as I normally am ok? I am trying to keep it together, but when I am flying between islands my mind wanders, as it is prone to do, and I imagine my friends. Their bloated corpses battered and feeding fish as they drift on the ocean below me.

Everytime I just have a little freak out. Nothing serious or anything, I just lob a giant spear of superheated flame into the ocean below while screaming as loud as I can. 

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I find the explosions and pillars of steam behind me calming and soothing.

So, if I seem a little on edge, and overreact to the asinine antics of small men with big delusions then, forgive me. I am sorry. I am not myself right now.

Anyway, back to the first village this happened in.

After that all the others hit the deck and started moaning/singing/chanting(?) in unison. That freaked me right out, so I left them to their ululations and headed back into the sky. Leaving the weirdos with their charred, rude, and dead leader.

Over the island I went to plan B. Swooping low though the valleys and high above the peaks I cast balls of flame in my wake. Three times I swept the island, leaving little fires behind me. Nothing. If my friends had been on this island they would have responded somehow, probably at least by the second sweep. Which is why I went through three times. Just to be safe.

After that I flew to the highest point, and carefully melted the peak of the mountain. It takes some practise but I leave crude statues of the five of us, molded out of molten stone.

Leaving the smouldering island behind me I winged towards the next.

Try and get rumors from locals, roast rude leader, fire-bomb the island, make statues at highest point, rinse and repeat. interspersed with little freak outs. That was my day. I think I left six islands in a row all smoking and in some cases in full inferno. If my companions pass these islands they might recognize my handiwork, if not from the fires then at least from the statues. I signed the back of each statue with their name. On mine I just left the word 'me'.

Hopefully the locals chat like every other person I have ever met. If they don't find my handiwork themselves then at least they might hear word of my doings. Through the grapevine.

*sigh* Planning is hard. Especially when you never know if your plans will bear fruit.

Is it weird how the chiefs of every village I walked into were all loud and rude and burned? Do leaders typically arise from assholes?

If so, then I fear I will be burning more in the future.

I have a good feeling about tomorrow though. I am resting on a small island tonight, but before the sun went down I saw what appears to be a massive island on the horizon. With any luck there will be one or more of my friends on the large island, and at the very least it looks like an adventure.

It's hard to get really excited about adventure all on my own, but I think I will manage.

Dinner is a very large fish that leapt from the water at me when I was coming in for a landing. Judging from the way it is smelling over my fire I expect it will be delicious!

Goodnight.