Summer, 2AC

As we celebrate the anniversary of the first year in our new home, the streets are crowded with merrymakers. Our joy is subdued however, as we mourn the last of the scouting party who succumbed to a strange influenza just last month.

With hard work and determination, we have built a prosperous little village. Already we have begun cultivating the lands to the west as groves and vineyards, which will provide us with the crops we need to survive.

More and more people arrive everyday, it seems. We are quickly outgrowing our small town, and have begun to settle lands to the north and south as well.

The Rectory and Chapel have finally been completed, and now Bastille is the center of our fledgling community.

There has been talk lately of boat building, and exploring the seas to the east. I am wary of this talk, for I cannot help but remember the fate of our last explorers.