James looked around his meager cabin and decided he should add something. Maybe he could get some more wood. Or maybe he could make a chest to put his belongings. A chest…James thought to himself. He looked at his furnace and grabbed some of the charcoal and decided to get some more wood for a chest, and maybe even a couple of tools. He could need them later on.
He walked outside of his cabin and closed his door, and chopped down wood until night came. "64 wood…" He said to himself, happy at his accomplishment. He walked back home as night fell upon him. He opened his door and was confronted by a man running up to him, "Oh, thank God, I'm not alone!"
The man was worn out and looked as tired as he was. He was wearing an aqua blue shirt and denim-colored jeans. His eyes were stone black. "Who are you?" James asked the man. "Mason. I was on this island, and I needed some help, so I looked for some. I found this house, ran inside, and saw no one was there. You don't know how pissed I was…"
James looked at him, still shocked. "So I waited here, you opened the door, and here we are." The man named Mason said. "Who are you?" He asked curiously.
"J-James…" He said nervously, knowing that he would wake up from this dream. Or nightmare, because this dream was twisted. No one else could be on this island…He thought to himself. Maybe he was denying the fact that a miracle had just happened. But either way, he welcomed the stranger into his home.
Christopher looked around at his home. He desperately wanted light, so he began to tinker with the wood to see if it created fire. He saw two woods made four planks, and a plank made four sticks. But he didn't need any of it; he just wanted some damn fire. Enraged, he began to beat at the stone with his fist, and saw a small block come out of it. He grabbed it remembered something, as if he forgot about it and just now remembering it:
Furnaces.
Of course…Furnaces burn things, and burning things means fire. "Fire…Fire…Fire…" Christopher said to himself, starting as a mumble then going to a yell. "Fire! Fire! Fire!"
Christopher began to punch out the right wall until he had about ten stones. He sat down and began to tinker with the stone, and unsatisfied with the creation of nothing. He needed more space. Then he thought back to when he was tinkering with the wood. When he put four planks together, he made a box of sorts. The box had a 3x3 square on it, so that means more room!
He walked over to the wood and put the box in the corner of the room. He then used the stone to create a furnace. "FIRE!" He yelled as loud as he could. His throat was raw, but he laughed and cried at the thought of something warm. He put the rest of the wood in the furnace and slept right next to it, safe and sound…
"Hey, in the morning, can we get some wool so I can get a bed?" Mason asked James as he was sitting on his own. James looked over at him and mumbled a yes. Mason smiled and looked down at his newfound friend. He sat next to him and waited until the morning came.