i guess we can't swim every time

Cleaning up the resort was an important task, but equally as important would be building a bridge from the isle to the mainland. While he had hoped the distance between the isle and the archipelago wouldn't be too far, it unfortunately was. Settling on the idea of them building rafts at some point so they could ferry between their two territories, he figured a bridge from the isle to the mangroves was the better idea.

Standing on the bank of the isle, Gil stared out at the opposite shore of the mangroves. Where was he to start? Already, he had gathered fallen trees and other random bits of wood that they wouldn't need for the building, but he honestly had no idea how to build a fucking bridge. Letting out a sigh, he took a few steps forward toward the water and tested to see how soft the ground really was. Unlike Obsidian Beach, the isle's shores were rockier and not as fine. Which he hoped would help them in building a supportive bridge.