Okay, so this is what the fuel teams do: When we port somewhere, they get sent off to shore in one of the paddlers, and search the town for any orbs. They're not really looking to find them there, as some other's usually already gotten there before us. They do anyway, but mostly just so gran and her pals don't set off. I node there aren't too many of them around now.
So, when they don't find one in that town (which they never do...), they have to head into the land to search other towns. They take our yammer-boxes with them so we can still chat, but they only reach a few mils so it's lacking in point somewhat when they always have to hike somewhere or other. Dad's totally petrived every time they go, but they always bring an orb back! Oh, I should probably...yeah, you might not know what an orb is, right? Sorry bout that.
Orbs I don't really 'stand, but they do us fine. Dad always says they're a "superficient power source" or something like, but basically they're squish little circs that can keep any doodle that needs lectristy running for years. "GOD knows how they work," dad says. He usually sounds pretty fuming, and once I heard him say post, "...and GOD must be dead by now." I don't think he knew I was lurking, though. I don't really know who this GOD felser is - nobody tells me much about him - but everybody seems to have a pretty shift opine of him, and he seems like the kind of guy you would use BIG letters for. Might be someone they all knew, and forsoke, too. Though he seemed to know a deal.
Maybe you all have a better scratch who he is.
And maybe I better stop scribing away and get ready for land! We're here much more early than supposed, so we're shoring this aft, me, Rothe, Nate and a couple others. Dad's coming back from the greens early to barge me with 'helping' advice, so I should pack my sack to save the time.
Next time we speak, I'll be on solid ground!
Nel
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