A Pirate's Life For Me [Mission Part 2: Recovery From a Humorous Battle]

I laid high up in the tree-house I had constructed a few hours ago, finally getting the chance to rest my sore muscles. The last battle hadn't exactly been challenging, but that clown had definitely made me run around a lot. Out of all the things I would have expected, his ability to de-limb himself was definitely not one of them. All of my weapons, including my new axe, were stuck into the floor by their sharp blades, as I took each one, one at a time, and sharpened them with the whetstone from my pack. I also had several bottles of water sprawled out around me. I needed to stay hydrated out here in the wilderness, and could not risk unnecessary cramps and other pains through carelessness. I had a small fire lit in the center of my tiny hut high above the ground to give me a little warmth. I could not make it very big however, or I would risk attracting more enemies. The damned clown had collapsed the cave I rested in last time. I had taken my armor and calf sleeves off, wearing my loose white shirt and belted pants while I stretched and prepared for the next strenuous day. The days of the wilderness were beginning to blend together, and I was losing track of the date as well as times of day. My sleeping schedules were also mixing and mutating, causing me to be awake more at night, and sleeping more throughout the day. These dangerous conditions were making me nocturnal. After several hours of the proper chores that I had to finish, I laid down on my back and prepared for sleep. My dreams.. were far from what was expected.