List of Essentials

Nails: check. Planks: check. Rope: found. Sail: patched up, more or less. That's about it. We've got all we need for the boat. Tomorrow, Bram and I will nail it together and get out of here. While Norman can stay here and die. He sits around all day carving those cursed little charms. Witchy junk. Superstitious idiot. Completely cracked from fear of the ruins. Woke up yesterday and the lunatic was standing over me with an axe. Right. My axe. Forgot it. Where did that idiot take it?