A Mess in the Making
Bart leaned on the handle of his shovel as he looked at the shallow pit he'd dug to form the base of the charcoal kiln. He'd thought about this ages ago, but had never really had the urge to follow through, like most of his plans. One of the things he'd discovered in the year and change he'd been here was that he liked working with his hands. It was another way of helping people.
He'd copied out a bunch of instruction sheets on what to do, although really, all that was needed was to pile as much organic material as possible, start it burning, then carefully cover the pile in damp sand so that it smoldered and reduced to a hard black substance. Today was step one. Actually retrieving the finished product wouldn't happen for a week, and would need to be limited to people who could be responsible sifting through crude glass to get the charcoal underneath. Beside the pit were some wooden stakes and rope to cordon off the area and warn off anyone from climbing or walking on the mound that would result. Gathering the seaweed just meant that everyone involved had plenty of excuses to walk or run along the beach and help out. Bart was hoping some of the younger islanders would show up to run wild.
Being in charge of something, doing something that wasn't part of his stuff with the Titans felt good. It would take a few tries to get the process down, but with enough hands willing to chip in, that wouldn't be a chore.
[Gathering post for people to help with making charcoal. Drop by any time throughout the day to hang out or lend a hand. More information here.]
He'd copied out a bunch of instruction sheets on what to do, although really, all that was needed was to pile as much organic material as possible, start it burning, then carefully cover the pile in damp sand so that it smoldered and reduced to a hard black substance. Today was step one. Actually retrieving the finished product wouldn't happen for a week, and would need to be limited to people who could be responsible sifting through crude glass to get the charcoal underneath. Beside the pit were some wooden stakes and rope to cordon off the area and warn off anyone from climbing or walking on the mound that would result. Gathering the seaweed just meant that everyone involved had plenty of excuses to walk or run along the beach and help out. Bart was hoping some of the younger islanders would show up to run wild.
Being in charge of something, doing something that wasn't part of his stuff with the Titans felt good. It would take a few tries to get the process down, but with enough hands willing to chip in, that wouldn't be a chore.
[Gathering post for people to help with making charcoal. Drop by any time throughout the day to hang out or lend a hand. More information here.]