Sims 3 (Castaway Story) - "Punch-out"
"Punch-Out": A Survival Story (Castaway) Chapter One - Mayday "Homeplate, Fast Eagle 101, Angels 20..." Commander Toshio "Animal" Nakamura spoke into the mic embedded in his oxygen mask, "Two minu...
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Punch-out (A Survival Story)
Chapter Two - "We're Marooned"
Seeing nothing but desolate rock and grass and trees all the way up a steep slope, meant only one thing. There was no human habitation on this island. The simple fact that practically all the vegetation on the island was essentially coniferous also meant that they were above the line where you would find deciduous trees growing. That meant that it was going to get downright cold in the winter and that the summer, spring and fall seasons were short and that the winters would be long and bitter. It was going to be a serious test of their survival skills.
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As they were descending on their parachutes, they found that no trees grew on the exposed sides of the mountains that sheltered them. That meant that the winds that would pelt this island during the winter were harsh subjecting anything growing on the island to extremes. They were lucky that they were in a sheltered cover surrounded on three sides by towering hills and cliffs of jagged rock. It would prove to provide them some protection.
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The water was cool but it wasn't something that they would be able to swim in for very long...at least unprotected, a half hour at the most in the summer. Just enough to cool themselves off. Any longer and one's body temperature could plummet and subject them to hypothermia. And swimming was a definite no-no during the winter time; especially when it came to dealing with the possibility of snow. Exposed parts during wintertime would subject them to frostbite and worse.
"I think we should try and fish; we do need to catch some dinner. We also have to set up camp before nightfall. You have an emergency tent in your pack?
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"Yes, sir, I do..." was Lieutenant Cassidy's response. After all, she thought, they were only supposed to be informal in the cockpit of the aircraft; not when their boots were touching the ground, unless the CO said that they could forego military formalities.
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Animal sighed, looking up and around at the vista that unfolded before them...the long trek up to the summit would be quite laborious. The plain realization was that there was no one here. No one to care if strict military protocol was being observed. If they were back on the boat, on the ground, they would have to adhere to their Commander and Lieutenant roles; superior and junior officer but they were marooned. Far from civilization and only God even knows where the TR is at this point, "Don't worry about the sirs...Butch, we're not anywhere near civilization. don't think that anyone is going to care that we're not using strict formalities at this point.
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She smirked at him, "Yes, sir..."
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Animal rolled his eyes. Butch was impertinent but who cared. At least he was stuck on an island for the foreseeable future with someone that he could get along with. Crews had to be close in a F-14. Two male crew were as close as brothers, trusting each other with their lives; especially since they were going into combat together. Two female crew were the same ways as sisters-in-arms...but a male-female crew was about as tight-knit as a married couple. They each had to know each other's idiosyncracies. As with the other crew members, they trusted each other with their lives. He'd flown with Butch now for several years, ever since Scooter had been pick-pocketed by the Pentagon to XO a R&D department NAVAIR. Flying with Butch was a new experience. Saucy and capable, she manned the rear office of the Tomcat with practiced ease, remarkable for a junior officer with only six years in the service. Animal was a seasoned veteran at his twenty year mark. Frankly, he was fourteen years her senior. But Navy rules had put them together in the cockpit, the old hands teaching the young and eventually passing on the torch to them. This was Animal's second year holding the reins of the VF-41 Black Aces. his XO being Commander Kimber "Jugs" Benton. Well, looks like she gets to be CO now...if we don't get rescued soon. The Aces need a squadron commander.
Fishing, giving each other some space to contemplate over the day's events gave one a lot of time on their hands to ruminate over whatever thoughts came to one's mind. And a lot of things went through Animal's mind, like what if we don't get rescued... It was a sobering thought but a very distinct possibility. Of the many islands dotting the Atlantic, it was one of quite a number...and if they couldn't find a way to set up a signal they were as good as marooned here forever. One of the crushing things that he'd found out was that Butch's personal beacon had been irreparably damaged in the ejection...even though it was supposed to withstand the g-forces taken in such an event. And his was lying at the bottom of the ocean having slipped out of his pouch. So there was no way to even send out a signal letting them know that they were alive. If the TR couldn't locate them in their parameters of search coordinates suspected of where the aircraft had supposedly gone down, they would be considered lost at sea and presumed dead.
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If Butch and he weren't rescued from that island and were declared missing and presumed dead, it appeared that they were going to get much more closer than regulations would dictate, because for them, they would be the only ones that would be able to be with each other. The other unpalatable thought was to be alone for the rest of their lives.
Chapter Two - "We're Marooned"
Seeing nothing but desolate rock and grass and trees all the way up a steep slope, meant only one thing. There was no human habitation on this island. The simple fact that practically all the vegetation on the island was essentially coniferous also meant that they were above the line where you would find deciduous trees growing. That meant that it was going to get downright cold in the winter and that the summer, spring and fall seasons were short and that the winters would be long and bitter. It was going to be a serious test of their survival skills.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1P18JyeyU4/XuSG2jsl1LI/AAAAAAAAgqc/Q3x_1yzum08s2vDinvANxhjQ6TLBSExMwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-80.jpg
As they were descending on their parachutes, they found that no trees grew on the exposed sides of the mountains that sheltered them. That meant that the winds that would pelt this island during the winter were harsh subjecting anything growing on the island to extremes. They were lucky that they were in a sheltered cover surrounded on three sides by towering hills and cliffs of jagged rock. It would prove to provide them some protection.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8L7EIcM5wI/XuSHVeN4kBI/AAAAAAAAgqk/CHvu2S5IxXAYhzuLwXUI0GPV9wztnV_TwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-81.jpg
The water was cool but it wasn't something that they would be able to swim in for very long...at least unprotected, a half hour at the most in the summer. Just enough to cool themselves off. Any longer and one's body temperature could plummet and subject them to hypothermia. And swimming was a definite no-no during the winter time; especially when it came to dealing with the possibility of snow. Exposed parts during wintertime would subject them to frostbite and worse.
"I think we should try and fish; we do need to catch some dinner. We also have to set up camp before nightfall. You have an emergency tent in your pack?
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hikt82llQcc/XuSIkKFk8nI/AAAAAAAAgq4/gmDBlYbcrjIw0wekq2hyCYF4EV0jHtp-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-26.jpg
"Yes, sir, I do..." was Lieutenant Cassidy's response. After all, she thought, they were only supposed to be informal in the cockpit of the aircraft; not when their boots were touching the ground, unless the CO said that they could forego military formalities.
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Animal sighed, looking up and around at the vista that unfolded before them...the long trek up to the summit would be quite laborious. The plain realization was that there was no one here. No one to care if strict military protocol was being observed. If they were back on the boat, on the ground, they would have to adhere to their Commander and Lieutenant roles; superior and junior officer but they were marooned. Far from civilization and only God even knows where the TR is at this point, "Don't worry about the sirs...Butch, we're not anywhere near civilization. don't think that anyone is going to care that we're not using strict formalities at this point.
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She smirked at him, "Yes, sir..."
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Animal rolled his eyes. Butch was impertinent but who cared. At least he was stuck on an island for the foreseeable future with someone that he could get along with. Crews had to be close in a F-14. Two male crew were as close as brothers, trusting each other with their lives; especially since they were going into combat together. Two female crew were the same ways as sisters-in-arms...but a male-female crew was about as tight-knit as a married couple. They each had to know each other's idiosyncracies. As with the other crew members, they trusted each other with their lives. He'd flown with Butch now for several years, ever since Scooter had been pick-pocketed by the Pentagon to XO a R&D department NAVAIR. Flying with Butch was a new experience. Saucy and capable, she manned the rear office of the Tomcat with practiced ease, remarkable for a junior officer with only six years in the service. Animal was a seasoned veteran at his twenty year mark. Frankly, he was fourteen years her senior. But Navy rules had put them together in the cockpit, the old hands teaching the young and eventually passing on the torch to them. This was Animal's second year holding the reins of the VF-41 Black Aces. his XO being Commander Kimber "Jugs" Benton. Well, looks like she gets to be CO now...if we don't get rescued soon. The Aces need a squadron commander.
Fishing, giving each other some space to contemplate over the day's events gave one a lot of time on their hands to ruminate over whatever thoughts came to one's mind. And a lot of things went through Animal's mind, like what if we don't get rescued... It was a sobering thought but a very distinct possibility. Of the many islands dotting the Atlantic, it was one of quite a number...and if they couldn't find a way to set up a signal they were as good as marooned here forever. One of the crushing things that he'd found out was that Butch's personal beacon had been irreparably damaged in the ejection...even though it was supposed to withstand the g-forces taken in such an event. And his was lying at the bottom of the ocean having slipped out of his pouch. So there was no way to even send out a signal letting them know that they were alive. If the TR couldn't locate them in their parameters of search coordinates suspected of where the aircraft had supposedly gone down, they would be considered lost at sea and presumed dead.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NnqSW4_uIsg/XuSJzTlvnxI/AAAAAAAAgrQ/43QdkBs-CnknMUPtTPVoAZqJmUKWfiR3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-33.jpg
If Butch and he weren't rescued from that island and were declared missing and presumed dead, it appeared that they were going to get much more closer than regulations would dictate, because for them, they would be the only ones that would be able to be with each other. The other unpalatable thought was to be alone for the rest of their lives.
