Day 9
I think I’m in the right area. The clues seem to check out. I found the rocks by the path and they looked like the formation from the picture.
Day 10
Those might’ve not been the right rocks after all. Come to think of it, one was missing. I thought someone just kicked them around, people are idiots, but maybe I was the idiot?
Day 11
Finally, I found the bloody rocks. This time, there was no doubt. I must be in the right area, but I’m so hungry I can’t even think about where to go next. I can’t seem to hunt a damn thing. I’ll starve before I get rich if I keep going like this.
Day 12
Whatever pushed me to go on this 'adventure' may burn in the fires of Hell. Where the fuck even am I? Sod it all! I’ll find the damn spot and it’ll only have a sorry piece of coal in it, won’t it?! I can’t stop thinking that it’s all been a cruel joke…