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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Sims 3- Punch Out; A Survival Story (Castaway)
Chapter Four: "Nice Aft Quarter"
The next morning saw them up before first light pulling out their fishing poles and trying to catch enough fish to tide them over so that they could actually start thinking about making a permanent shelter. Some sort of way to keep them out of the elements, especially when the weather started to go bad as it was apt to do in the North Atlantic was a wise choice for survival. The weather systems were not as mild as in the tropics. You might get hurricanes and such in the Bahamas, but Mother Nature was hormonal to the n'th degree up here...and it could be that Animal and Butch would have to make their way to higher ground in order to try to keep from getting drowned by higher waters, especially during winter. Animal figured that he'd made a good choice in choosing the larger of the two islands to swim for; the other island had no such shelter. Not only did the trough between two ridges of the same mountainous peak shelter them from the high gale-force winds that would be prevalent between November and December, he knew that they would be safe, the farther up the hill they went from the increase in sea height. If they stayed on the beach, there could be the chance that they could be washed away.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce3x90Qh94k/XuYtIOgjOQI/AAAAAAAAgvA/yQMrhk9gwx48rhv9TnaLSRcO0T2KVdB6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-54.jpg At least they would be able to try to get their equipment and other belongings up to a higher level part-way up the mountain where the ridge lines woul protect them. And that had to be done before the end of summer so that they would have the fall season to keep a look-out for weather changes and make their adjustments to their encampment as necessary.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyiMnweMC40/XuYtVEDri9I/AAAAAAAAgvE/-gSn26oaErEodUmbdKKBMByUWRaHAZ0bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-66.jpg https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FA0tlUuiYA/XuYthKtty2I/AAAAAAAAgvM/scD6tUYq1T4W8aM_ybdfu-2HyWiM9jmOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-68.jpg They fished in silence; each contemplating over the chores that had to be done that day. The trek up the mountain, they were planning, seemed to be quite the task...and this wasn't some small hill. Sheer jutting rock shot nearly straight up into the sky almost 7,000 feet in the air from sea-level, which was rather staggering for a rock that was jutting out from the middle of the North Atlantic forced to the surface presumably by tectonic forces. The steps up the couloir were carved by millions of years of erosion as the mountainous island was forced to the surface and projected into the air.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7k2IBTaPLSQ/XuYt6GorakI/AAAAAAAAgvc/Gwv2rg58UtQUGzcU_X5vxA3SmWIir5K7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-45.jpg It wasn't sure how long they fished quietly lost in their own thoughts, but eventually the pink in the sky indicated the dawning of a new day.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYwHDsqNi6I/XuYuFJPDDGI/AAAAAAAAgvk/dWvhObHU-UIhpDD5HSo74U1ULI6EP_23wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-70.jpg The warming weather made Butch notice that she was sweating and she felt rather grimy and smelly so she decided to use the shower that she had helped her CO setup just by his tent. Luckily he was far from the shower busily engrossed in fishing for tonight's dinner.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCr9CNUvt6k/XuYvyXMX3MI/AAAAAAAAgv0/9Tlz78HzBtg5pJEQsrqkFRY8prItlS7OACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-75_censored.jpg Bemusedly, she noted that he tried his best to keep his eyes averted; And frankly, he was very particular in not looking in the general direction of the tents. Was that actually a shade of red crawling up his neck...of embarrassment? Well, they were well and truly marooned and they'd probably have to deal with being in close quarters with one another. This was truly an isolated island. And at least he was being polite enough to give her enough space for herself.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9VqELpf1ZE/XuYwmJ8w3EI/AAAAAAAAgv8/TxJMx95pQJIskKLUBl_y1pdgstCe6xXvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-76.jpg
When she returned to fishing; she realized that he still was purposely trying not to look in her direction. She did find that amusing after all. They'd flown together for several years so they should have been comfortable with each other. But evidently this was a whole new ball-game. They weren't crewing an F-14 Tomcat this time. They were stuck, marooned on an island with the distinct possibility that they would be the only ones there for the rest of their lives. She wondered if it was a possibility that she could forge such an existence in life.provided that the person that she was with was someone that she could get along with. They had after all gotten along with each other for that duration of years that they'd flown as a crew.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwq9gFKlG4/XuYx5cJkkSI/AAAAAAAAgwI/R1QeJeUp8aQ5tHJYBARGZ3CEoZgo8_SSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg She noted wryly that her own bladder was feeling rather full after drinking rainwater that had collected in their survival trough that they'd built to capture rainwater. Surrounded by water but undrinkable. So they had to rely on the rain in order to keep themselves hydrated. And she noticed that he was heading for his own shower too. Well...he'd have to tolerate me using the facilities while he's in the shower. I'm not peeing on myself. she thought to herself as she traipsed off to the loo.
He was fully engrossed in taking a shower when she finished her own business so he was unaware of her right behind him as she walked past heading towards the new fishing spot so as not to deplete the stock of any particular spot by overfishing. She just couldn't resist commenting, "Nice aft quarter, Animal..." She smirked at the view.
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-O887DI3tU/XuYz887fHfI/AAAAAAAAgwU/wbxn3NlZP6MHsg3pZ0nB6VvvxEpwOSAMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg Needless to say, it wasn't certain if Animal's response was all that amused.
Chapter Four: "Nice Aft Quarter"
The next morning saw them up before first light pulling out their fishing poles and trying to catch enough fish to tide them over so that they could actually start thinking about making a permanent shelter. Some sort of way to keep them out of the elements, especially when the weather started to go bad as it was apt to do in the North Atlantic was a wise choice for survival. The weather systems were not as mild as in the tropics. You might get hurricanes and such in the Bahamas, but Mother Nature was hormonal to the n'th degree up here...and it could be that Animal and Butch would have to make their way to higher ground in order to try to keep from getting drowned by higher waters, especially during winter. Animal figured that he'd made a good choice in choosing the larger of the two islands to swim for; the other island had no such shelter. Not only did the trough between two ridges of the same mountainous peak shelter them from the high gale-force winds that would be prevalent between November and December, he knew that they would be safe, the farther up the hill they went from the increase in sea height. If they stayed on the beach, there could be the chance that they could be washed away.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ce3x90Qh94k/XuYtIOgjOQI/AAAAAAAAgvA/yQMrhk9gwx48rhv9TnaLSRcO0T2KVdB6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-54.jpg At least they would be able to try to get their equipment and other belongings up to a higher level part-way up the mountain where the ridge lines woul protect them. And that had to be done before the end of summer so that they would have the fall season to keep a look-out for weather changes and make their adjustments to their encampment as necessary.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EyiMnweMC40/XuYtVEDri9I/AAAAAAAAgvE/-gSn26oaErEodUmbdKKBMByUWRaHAZ0bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-66.jpg https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FA0tlUuiYA/XuYthKtty2I/AAAAAAAAgvM/scD6tUYq1T4W8aM_ybdfu-2HyWiM9jmOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-68.jpg They fished in silence; each contemplating over the chores that had to be done that day. The trek up the mountain, they were planning, seemed to be quite the task...and this wasn't some small hill. Sheer jutting rock shot nearly straight up into the sky almost 7,000 feet in the air from sea-level, which was rather staggering for a rock that was jutting out from the middle of the North Atlantic forced to the surface presumably by tectonic forces. The steps up the couloir were carved by millions of years of erosion as the mountainous island was forced to the surface and projected into the air.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7k2IBTaPLSQ/XuYt6GorakI/AAAAAAAAgvc/Gwv2rg58UtQUGzcU_X5vxA3SmWIir5K7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-45.jpg It wasn't sure how long they fished quietly lost in their own thoughts, but eventually the pink in the sky indicated the dawning of a new day.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYwHDsqNi6I/XuYuFJPDDGI/AAAAAAAAgvk/dWvhObHU-UIhpDD5HSo74U1ULI6EP_23wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-70.jpg The warming weather made Butch notice that she was sweating and she felt rather grimy and smelly so she decided to use the shower that she had helped her CO setup just by his tent. Luckily he was far from the shower busily engrossed in fishing for tonight's dinner.
https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dCr9CNUvt6k/XuYvyXMX3MI/AAAAAAAAgv0/9Tlz78HzBtg5pJEQsrqkFRY8prItlS7OACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-75_censored.jpg Bemusedly, she noted that he tried his best to keep his eyes averted; And frankly, he was very particular in not looking in the general direction of the tents. Was that actually a shade of red crawling up his neck...of embarrassment? Well, they were well and truly marooned and they'd probably have to deal with being in close quarters with one another. This was truly an isolated island. And at least he was being polite enough to give her enough space for herself.
https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B9VqELpf1ZE/XuYwmJ8w3EI/AAAAAAAAgv8/TxJMx95pQJIskKLUBl_y1pdgstCe6xXvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-76.jpg
When she returned to fishing; she realized that he still was purposely trying not to look in her direction. She did find that amusing after all. They'd flown together for several years so they should have been comfortable with each other. But evidently this was a whole new ball-game. They weren't crewing an F-14 Tomcat this time. They were stuck, marooned on an island with the distinct possibility that they would be the only ones there for the rest of their lives. She wondered if it was a possibility that she could forge such an existence in life.provided that the person that she was with was someone that she could get along with. They had after all gotten along with each other for that duration of years that they'd flown as a crew.
https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwq9gFKlG4/XuYx5cJkkSI/AAAAAAAAgwI/R1QeJeUp8aQ5tHJYBARGZ3CEoZgo8_SSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-77.jpg She noted wryly that her own bladder was feeling rather full after drinking rainwater that had collected in their survival trough that they'd built to capture rainwater. Surrounded by water but undrinkable. So they had to rely on the rain in order to keep themselves hydrated. And she noticed that he was heading for his own shower too. Well...he'd have to tolerate me using the facilities while he's in the shower. I'm not peeing on myself. she thought to herself as she traipsed off to the loo.
He was fully engrossed in taking a shower when she finished her own business so he was unaware of her right behind him as she walked past heading towards the new fishing spot so as not to deplete the stock of any particular spot by overfishing. She just couldn't resist commenting, "Nice aft quarter, Animal..." She smirked at the view.
https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-O887DI3tU/XuYz887fHfI/AAAAAAAAgwU/wbxn3NlZP6MHsg3pZ0nB6VvvxEpwOSAMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Screenshot-85.jpg Needless to say, it wasn't certain if Animal's response was all that amused.
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