Trinity Island [THE RETELLING]

DAY 3: SONJA

Today was supposed to be a good day.

We started the day off with goals; get iron, make beds, and improve the house.

Tucker had just crafted the first chestplate when he announced he was going back into the mine. We didn't think anything of it; we all had communicators, and he was only strip mining. Besides, it was Tucker. It wasn't like it was me or anything.

Tom brought up the topic of who we thought would die first. "We'll take it in turns. Firefoxx, who do you think's gonna-"

"Tom," I said immediately. I hardly thought about it. I know he's good at fighting and all that, but he's not very good at using his brain or paying attention. Tom has the impulse control of a rat on cocaine. I figured he would hit a zombie pigman without thinking and die on the spot, or get too greedy and fall in lava while mining diamonds. "You're too ballsy. You're just gonna jump in like YOLOOO and you're gonna- you're gonna... yeah."

"That's what I thought too, but then I remembered Tom telling me about another life he lived doing this and that it went okay for him, so," Jordan countered.

"Okay, okay, fair... What about you, Sparkly Pants?" Tom asked, using his favorite nickname for Jordan.

"I don't know. I think it'll probably be me," Jordan admitted. He laughed at himself.

"Really?" I said incredulously. Sparklez? Dying? Sounds fake but okay. Jordan's wayyy too careful to risk it all, and he knows his stuff. The only way I could really see him dying is if he got caught in the water by skeletons or something where he just couldn't fight back.

"How do you think you're going to die?" Tom pressed.

"Ummm..." Sparklez mused for a moment. "I mean, I am about to go out and get some sugar cane."

"Watch me die right now," he added, laughing.

Don't say that, I thought to myself. Jordan hopped into his little boat and sailed away.

"I mean, the only thing that could really happen is if I found one of those guardian temples and got zapped to death and- god dangit my boat broke."

"Don't worry, I have enough to make a new one," he reassured us.

"Nope, he's stranded, rip in pieces Jordan," Tucker said.

I opened the chest and found stacks upon stacks of cobblestone. I turned to Tom who was demolishing the house and asked him, "Are you rebuilding this? There's, like, a bunch of cobble in here."

Tom continued digging out the sand in that area and scoffed. "I'm not rebuilding it, you are."

"Oh, so you just destroyed it? That's what you're doing. Okay."

"...... no." Tom looked kind of guilty for a moment, then sighed. "Sonja, do I look like the destructive type? No."

"Yes," we all disputed at the same time.

"Alright," Tom laughed, conceding.

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"What if none of us die the whole time?" Sparklez proposed from far off in the ocean somewhere.

"Aww, you just jinxed it!" Tom blamed him.

"Why would you say it. Why would you say? That was the one thing nobody was going to bring up and you just- way to go Jordan." Tucker's communicator crackled. That happens sometimes when the person gets too far underground.