So, where are we now? Reforging the world, that’s where. We live on a single island named The Moac; it stands for The Mother of All Coconuts. It’s a decently sized place, good for us now, it’s got some farms, a bank, a market, a lumber mill is being built, there are mountains, forests, it’s, all in all, a pretty great place to live. Oh, and no hurricanes. Humans totally wrecked the climate; you don’t want to go close to the equator; too damn hot there. There was a guy Bob, boy was he a nut; he had tons of bad ideas. He went to the equator riding on the back of a Whale, came back scorched, talking all manner of nonsense about there being dragons there. He also tried to build a boat out of coir — yeah… that sank. Ah, good ‘ol Bad Idea Bob, bless his heart.