I was lucky to survive the tumble with only a few bruises. Having scolded Captain and Pilot for their idiocy, I went back to the Post Office of Captania to get the rest of my supplies.

Life as a wasteland survivor is tough, especially when it comes to lugging it around on your back.

You'd think that Captain or Pilot would be a slight bit helpful in carrying things, but no. Captain refuses to carry anything heavy because:

"CARRYING STOLEN SUPPLIES IS MOST UNDIGNIFIED!"

and "THESE ARE YOUR BURDENS!" and Pilot refuses to do anything I ask because I am not Captain, AKA

"FIRST LADY OF THE UNIVERSE"

I'm beginning to suspect that Pilot's juvenile behavior/overbearing idolization of Captain is just the tip of the iceberg of massive psychological trauma.

But, guess what?

I managed to construct a sled out of junk, so now I no longer have to carry all the things in a massive backpack that threatens to snap my spine in half.Thus, a makeshift, slightly lopsided sled was my solution to the pressing problem of accumulating items that are most necessary to our survival.Captain praised me for "MOST MARVELOUS TRIUMPH OF FESTIVELY-SLIPPY-LOCOMOTION-CARRIAGE" and declared me as "THE EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH" ...which has earned me nothing but Pilot's enmity.