Amanda swung her hammer hard, hard enough that she might have smashed her own fingers, if she hadn't been holding the nail in place with her telekinesis. While the hammer drove the nail in, she gave it a little extra shove with her magic, combining the magical force with the force from the hammer. The extra oomph helped her drive the nail in with a single hit, even if the nail went in a little lopsided.
She continued through the cave deep below the lighthouse, working to nail together the planks and boards she'd brought here on her boat. She'd measured the cave and checked the water marks along the rocks to see where the rise and fall of the tide would reach. There were plenty of dry spots, but some of the areas might flood a bit when the season dragged onwards and the tide rose higher. Better to make sure the rising waters wouldn't ruin her goods.
She'd been coming here a few hours per day all week long. After her friend Hadama had shown her how to reach the cave, she'd begun trading in the city to get her hands on enough tools, supplies, and lumber for what she planned. She'd stacked as many planks into her small boat as she could safely fit each day, making multiple trips back and forth until the materials she needed were all in place. Now it was just a matter of doing the hard, sweaty work.
She stood back, looking over her work as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She had been at it for hours, but she was used to hard work. It wasn't complete yet, but over the past week she had built the beginnings of a small underground dock, stretching out from the cave floor into the shallow channel that led into the cave from the sea outside. It gave her a safe place to tie her boat, and the dock was high enough to keep her feet dry even at high tide.
Once the small dock was complete, she planned to build a boardwalk pathway into the main interior of the cave, along with some racks and shelves to hold the goods she planned to bring here. It would be a lot of work all by herself, but she had no problem pulling long days, and she had until the end of the season before she would need the cave anyway.
Done her work for the day, Amanda climbed down the ladder on the side of the dock and hopped into her small outrigger boat. She paddled her way out through the channel until she exited the cave, carefully navigating among the rocks that jutted up from along the shoreline. If a boat came this way during low tide, even a shallow craft like hers would smash against the rocks. During high tide, there was enough room for a small boat to pass through, but even then it required careful navigation. This meant the cave was about as isolated and hidden as it could ever be.
She paddled her way to shore, pulling her boat up to one of the slopes that stretched from the sea up towards the lighthouse. She'd stashed some supplies nearby, far enough from the lighthouse to be outside of view, in case any gods-fearing fools made their way up to "pay their respects" to the beings that didn't respect them back.
In the fading light, she spotted the shadow of a figure further upland from her, near the lighthouse. She veered away from where she'd hidden her supplies, opting not to check on them when there was someone in the area, in case he spotted her. Not wanting to seem out of place, she walked up towards the lighthouse, pretending she was just here to offer something to the gods.
She continued through the cave deep below the lighthouse, working to nail together the planks and boards she'd brought here on her boat. She'd measured the cave and checked the water marks along the rocks to see where the rise and fall of the tide would reach. There were plenty of dry spots, but some of the areas might flood a bit when the season dragged onwards and the tide rose higher. Better to make sure the rising waters wouldn't ruin her goods.
She'd been coming here a few hours per day all week long. After her friend Hadama had shown her how to reach the cave, she'd begun trading in the city to get her hands on enough tools, supplies, and lumber for what she planned. She'd stacked as many planks into her small boat as she could safely fit each day, making multiple trips back and forth until the materials she needed were all in place. Now it was just a matter of doing the hard, sweaty work.
She stood back, looking over her work as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She had been at it for hours, but she was used to hard work. It wasn't complete yet, but over the past week she had built the beginnings of a small underground dock, stretching out from the cave floor into the shallow channel that led into the cave from the sea outside. It gave her a safe place to tie her boat, and the dock was high enough to keep her feet dry even at high tide.
Once the small dock was complete, she planned to build a boardwalk pathway into the main interior of the cave, along with some racks and shelves to hold the goods she planned to bring here. It would be a lot of work all by herself, but she had no problem pulling long days, and she had until the end of the season before she would need the cave anyway.
Done her work for the day, Amanda climbed down the ladder on the side of the dock and hopped into her small outrigger boat. She paddled her way out through the channel until she exited the cave, carefully navigating among the rocks that jutted up from along the shoreline. If a boat came this way during low tide, even a shallow craft like hers would smash against the rocks. During high tide, there was enough room for a small boat to pass through, but even then it required careful navigation. This meant the cave was about as isolated and hidden as it could ever be.
She paddled her way to shore, pulling her boat up to one of the slopes that stretched from the sea up towards the lighthouse. She'd stashed some supplies nearby, far enough from the lighthouse to be outside of view, in case any gods-fearing fools made their way up to "pay their respects" to the beings that didn't respect them back.
In the fading light, she spotted the shadow of a figure further upland from her, near the lighthouse. She veered away from where she'd hidden her supplies, opting not to check on them when there was someone in the area, in case he spotted her. Not wanting to seem out of place, she walked up towards the lighthouse, pretending she was just here to offer something to the gods.
