Since I somehow washed up on and island and made a life for myself, the same thing could happen to Terrence, right? He’s probably living his own life someplace that would be painfully close if we only knew about each other. Each of us, living our our lives separately, but joined in our hearts.
I know it’s a fantasy, but sometimes it keeps me going. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of him.
But they eat it anyway.
I guess, after you’ve been hungry, burnt pancakes are still the food of the gods.
Timi’s prized piece of salvage is a working telescope that he pulled from some wreckage that washed up near the shore. I think it might have been pirate plunder. Even if it didn’t work, it would be beautiful as a piece of art.
He scans the sky almost every night. I don’t know if it’s the heavens he searches or the horizon for signs of other ships.
I guess what we have now is something you could kinda call life.
We dug a permanent latrine
And presto, an outhouse!
I am on top of the world.
This kind of wrecks the mood, but I had to share this one. That bathtub was a Sims Medieval conversion that was apparently not updated for Pets.
Thus, this outtake: