As the first rays of sunlight carefully crept over the horizon and started to warm up the earth, the nightshift of the Cloudweaver prepared to tuck in and get some sleep. The nightshift contained only a handful of people used to keep the basic functions of the ship working through the night. Soon the ship’s deck would be bustling with life and the smell of breakfast, coffee and other kinds of food would fill the air. Water would pour from the bottom of the ship, drainage from the communal showers and the ship would come alive. Children would go to school, traders would go to their stall and everybody would go to his or her stations.<br/><br/>Before all that would happen though, the foraging and hunting party was already up. They would get down on the ground at first light. Not only was it cooler (at day the temperatures could get up to 30 celcius on deck and even higher under the trees) it was the safest time.<br/>At night there was the risk of getting the lines tangled up in the trees and the animals would be more active but at day, every bandit in the area would see the ship hoovering above the treetops.<br/><br/>After the apocalypse, the ground had been a lawless land of thugs and criminals and if you would get caught by them, you were given up. If you were lucky you were killed on sight but rumours told of torture, rape and even cannibalism.<br/>For this reason the hunting party was well armed and skilled in battle. A few gatherers would simply gather fruits and vegetables and other edible sources but the majority was hunter and fighter.<br/><br/>At the captains command, the lines would be dropped and the party would rappel down the lines onto the ground. The fighters would go first to secure a parameter and then the rest would go down. When the party would come back, they’d sign to the ship and hooks and baskets were lowered for the supplies. Then the party would go back up again. Ideally, the whole routine would take no more than 30 minutes. Any longer on the ground and the risk of running into wildlife and bandits gets too high.<br/><br/>The group was well armed and prepared for the dangers that lay ready to pound them at any given moment. Swords, slingers, home made guns, the party had it all. Some party members were given some information on the local produce and what to look for and what to leave behind. As every region of the new world was different, the ship traded the abundance of wares with other ships before going onto the next.<br/><br/>Today was a simple resupply mission. Last night the people on the Cloudweaver celebrated the 100th year anniversary of the Cloudweaver and the simple supplies had to be refilled. Fruits, vegetables, roots and meat. Because of the dramatic rise in temperature, some fruits had doubled their size or even more and together with some new fruits, never before known in the old world, they were in abundance. The same goes for the vegetables and roots. Meat however was a different story.<br/><br/>Because the herbivores had an abundance of food, the carnivores had as well, with the result that the animals had also grown in size. Not only had they grown, some animals had evolved or mutated slowly. The group all agreed that two good sized animals would be better than a dozen or two of rodents. (Rodents too had gone bigger and rabbits now are the size of a medium dog) The bigger the animal, the bigger the risk obviously.<br/><br/>The group leader would decide the prey once they were on the hunting mission. Three fighters orso would stay behind and guard the landing zone. Back above on the Cloudweaver, scouts kept an eye on any movement they could see and report it all back to the party leader on the ground.