Day 7 – evening - Tierra del Cafeina

Lost another day. Poor Sean - it's not his fault. After all, with the water damage, anyone could have read “walk 40 yards to the north past the old bridge" as "take 90 guards to the fort and pasture old Tridge". 'Tridge' assumed to be an affectionate name for one of J.V.’s mules that he must have tearfully recorded as having to put out to pasture. Right.
Still not sure exactly why Sean thought taking 90 guards to a fort made sense either, but he's a little sensitive right now, so we don't mention it. Will try again tomorrow with the proper directions. For now the camp is content in enjoying a special ration of coffee. A blend referred to only as "Little of This, Little of That” by our resident chef C.K. It's good. Hope she can remember it to make again.

~2 a.m. ~
Bug got into C.K's supplies. Freaked out and woke the whole camp. We thought she'd been bit, or worse, by something. Turned out she spotted what she thought was a hissing cockroach, and it was indeed hissing at her. Jake being the unofficial “animal tamer" rushed to her rescue. He stared it down, and hissing back, flicked whatever it was off into a nearby bush. C.K. wouldn't rest until Jake went after it though - said she had to know *exactly* where it was, for fear it might come back after her. If it does, I want her chocolate stash.