Bidding the bushmen farewell, packing meat in your satchel, and refilling your pum jar, you sally forth and continue your journey.
You walk for many miles, pulling your slave along on a rope fashioned from his own skin. As you travel, the scenery grows greener and littered with plants, indicating that you’re nearing the sea.
Walking further, you come upon a resplendent orange tree, bearing a great many juicy, ripe oranges.
What do you do?
