On the second day of his new life, and after his first good night sleep in a long time, Ian woke up in an excellent mood. He couldn’t wait to get started on making the island his home and setting out new routines for his life. He felt liberated and energized as he stood on the deck, squinting against the morning sun reflecting off the bright blue clear water. The weather was just so beautiful, and the water looked so inviting, that he decided to put off any work and do some exploring around his very small island. He discovered, that the water was teeming with many different kinds of fish that he had never seen before, including some very large sharks. Swimming alongside the big sharks gave him a great thrill, and he tried to follow their movements, matching his pattern to theirs. It was all in great fun until one got a little too close…… One ought not to tempt danger while living alone on an island!
Swimming was an excellent start to the day, but definitely was not a substitute for a proper shower! His goal for today was to make enough money to buy a shower and a bookshelf, if he could make it work. Bring on the fiction novels he thought, and he wished he had some foresight or the room to bring some with him. But it was a long trip here on a small boat, and he had to travel as lightly as possible. Books just hadn’t been a priority on the big scale of things.
Determined to make the day successful, he brought out his fishing pole and once again stared out at the blue canvas of rolling waves before him, as he let his thoughts wander. It was quiet times like this, he retreated into the comfort of memories past, thinking about his parents and all the wonderful times they had together. However, the fish were biting like crazy, interrupting his happy solitude each time he felt a tug on the line. Unfortunately, the only fish he caught were jellyfish and anchovies which brought little in price compared to the more exotic or larger fish around the island. He had fished most of the day before he finally decided to give it up, place the fish he had caught in the shipping box, and head below to cool off from the very hot summer sun. The total from his day of fishing was only thirty eight simoleons, and was definitely not going to get him a bookshelf, let alone a new shower. His frustration was great and he struggled not to lose hope so soon after arriving on the island.
It will just take some time, he thought to himself. Establish a routine and learn how things work. Fishing out here in the ocean, was certainly different from fishing with his dad at the beach fishing area. There, the water was very well stocked with trout and tuna. Which made fishing as easy as casting in a line and virtually pulling it right back out again, with a fish dangling on the end. Fishing with his father was one of his favourite times of the month. They would rise early while it was still dark, head out and without saying a word, cast their lines into the water. By the time the sun began to rise in the sky, their cooler was more than well stocked with fish for the month. On the walk back, he and his father would have some of the best conversations where his father taught him about life, love and family. They would discuss his father’s younger years, problems at the farm and family history. It was then, that Ian would tell his father all about things in his life. Problems at school, friends and girl friends. They talked about women, his responsibilities as a man, and expectations for life. Through those conversations, he learned how much his father loved his mother. Ian felt his father was, without a doubt, the wisest man he would ever know.
Hot and sweating profusely, Ian grabbed the daily newspaper, sat down on the bed and stared at the pages without reading a word. Frustrated with his predicament and looking around the room, he made the only decision he could. He sold his desk and chair to purchase the public shower station for four hundred dollars. It left him with only one dollar in his bank account and he felt incredibly nauseous at the thought.
After taking a shower, he read the paper and made himself some canned soup for supper. Not the most filling meal but it would have to do until things got better, which things would without a doubt. They just had to.
With nothing left to do for the day and feeling more than a little discouraged, he climbed into bed and drifted off to a sleep of hopes and dreams.