End of Month 3: Those past two months were so busy that we didn't have time to write, for the building of the Watch Posts are more complicated than we planned. We also had some surprises along the way.
Even with three people, it took us longer than it did for Basil's apartment towers back in his old world, granted that there were hundreds of workers doing their job faster than we are.
We had placed a wooden tower upon the top of Crystal Cave, with boulders and rocks, and soil and mud covering the wood, making it like it was a natural mountain from nature and time. We also placed a wooden post near Firehouse 1, disguised as a windmill similar to the ones we saw back on HQ earth, having one way to help the water from Lake George into the pipes that led into the cottage. We also have a camouflaged store-house at the front of the Banyan Forest, with a crow-nest hidden among the branches. Over at Savannah Abode, we built a faux dragon blood tree; a unique African tree. We have a canopy hideout among the branches similarly to the crow-nest.
On Cape Crest, we dug out a dome, secured with wood and stone inside, almost blending with the environment on the cape outside. That is used as a Watch Dome. Thanks to our knowledge on the underground tunnels back at HQ, we were able to dig out tunnels. One that led from Cape Crest to Savannah Abode, and another that led from Firehouse 1 to the Banyan Forest. We are to use them during the rainy season when storms come and such. We kept the tunnels maintained with wood posts and rope.
Tara went to Turtle Island, planted palm tree seeds and Banyan seeds in safe spots from the sole beach that kept the turtle nests, and Basil and I's boulder, figuring that we can use the island as a watch post in the far future once the trees are grown and mature.
We had a small hurricane; fortunately, it didn't batter the island too badly, but it brought us some things, good and bad. We were in Grove Cave that weekend when that hurricane came. It was gone in the early morning, granting us freedom to head out and check the island over.
Our homes were just fine, only needing cleaning in the yards, and noticing that the water had risen, but figuring that it will be back to normal in a while once the currents will settle down. Remarkably, the watch posts stood up very good.
We then went to the beach to see what things we can scavenge and find. I was delighted to find a chest of clothes, for our clothes are getting patchy and used, and a crate of wine bottles, which were incredibly secured. Basil was happy to find several wood pieces with metal nails, and also a dinged up toolbox. However, what Tara had found had surprised us all.
We discovered a couple of human survivors, among them is a young dog as well. Both survivors are girls. One close to Tara's age, and the other considerably five or six years younger than her companion. The dog is a male; a bright red Irish Setter. The oldest girl has wavy brown hair, her skin copper tan, her clothes reminding me of emigrant garb used by northern people. The younger girl has dark red-orange hair, her skin a paler copper tan, the clothes similar.
We bought them to Firehouse 1, having more space there. With careful coaxing, the survivors woke up, shaken, nervous, scared, but came to calm down once they saw that we don't mean any harm to them. They introduced themselves and the dog; Erin, Abigail, and Finley respectively.
Once they woke up, we were able to see their eyes; Erin is blue-eyed in a sky shade. Abigail is green-eyed in a fern shade. Erin is 14 years old, with Abigail being 8, nearly 9 years old. They are sisters, got separated from their parents in the hurricane, which got them overboard from a steamer boat. They gratefully tried dinner with us, and headed to bed in a guest bedroom.
Tara and we chatted worriedly about this new situation, and I replied that we can think on this with clear minds tomorrow after we have a good night's rest. Tara and Basil reluctantly agreed on that, and we all went to bed. Talk about a surprising time, Journal. Night. -Jade.