A Cautionary Tale
A/N: This is a story based in the world of Minecraft, but you don't really have to play the game to get the gist of the story, although it would help. I'm basing this loosely off of a real experience I had. Steve? is the name of the default MC character, but I though the question mark would confuse people. So, without further ado, behold my first legit fanfic!
"I'm going to sail across the sea," Steve announced to his friend Nick one day. He said it so casually that it took Nick a second to process it.
"Hmm?" He replied, looking up from where he was digging sand with a stone shovel, to make glass for his house.
"I'm going to sail across the sea," Steve reiterated.
Nick chewed on a loaf of bread thoughtfully. Finally, he asked "why?"
"Well, to go on an adventure, of course," Steve said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "To see new sights, hear new sounds, fight new mobs."
"I don't see no problems with the mobs we got here." Nick's shovel broke, and he gave up digging the sand with a sigh. ''Sides, your house ain't nothing more than a dirt shack. You oughta be buildin' it up, not goin' off on some crazy 'adventure'."
"Come with me," Steve said suddenly. He gave no sign of having heard a word of what Nick had said.
"What? Oh, no siree. I'm stayin' right here, where it's safe and the folks is friendly."
"You sure?" Steve inquired. When Nick nodded, he got up from where they had been sitting. "Well, I'm going to craft a boat and then head off."
"When'll you be back from this journey o' yours?"
Steve hadn't thought of this. He scratched his head with a pickax. "When something good happens, I guess." With that, he began a brisk walk towards his house, although, as Nick had stated, it was little more than a dirt shack. Still, he had a bed, a chest, a crafting table, and a furnace full of coal. He got out some wood planks from his chest, and began his work on a boat. When he had completed a small vessel, he brought out the iron ingots he had been saving and made some iron leggings and an iron cap. He grabbed his sword, made of the same material, and half a stack of pork chops. Then, he walked out the door, closing it behind him.
The pixilated sunset was a magnificent shade of orange, and Steve knew that he would soon be sailing toward it. He set his small craft in the water, and turned around to say his farewells to Nick. Before he could say anything, however, the man pressed an enchanted bow and a stack of arrows into his hands. "You'll be back to tell of this crazy adventure, right?" Nick asked.
Steve stared at the gift in awe. "Nick, this is your father's old-"
"Aye," Nick interjected. "But he's dead, and you're alive, so I figgerd you'd make more use of it."
Steve, speechless, clapped his friend on the back and stepped into his boat. nick gave it a shove, and Steve began his journey.