It took so long! ๐ญ
It took so long! ๐ญ
The angelfish is in a fishbowl on a chest of drawers in the small basement lounge in Jacques' house.
Jacques looks tired.
Jacques: Finally. I hope I didn't miss the last boat home.
Jacques caught the small, striped, blue fish. He holds it up in front of him and looks at it.
It's an angelfish!
Jacques: Well, look at that!
Jacques is fishing. Another steamboat passes by. A small, striped, blue fish takes the bait on Jacques' fishing line.
Jacques: And there goes another boat...
Definitely one of the bigger fish ๐ It's a discus from Spa Day
Jacques catches a big, purple discus.
Jacques: My Watcher, this one is huge.
Jacques is fishing. Another steamboat passes by.
Jacques catches a tilapia.
Jacques ponders while he's fishing.
Jacques: I hope this is the right place.
Jacques catches a cichlid.
Jacques is fishing. A steamboat passes by.
Jacques catches a guppy.
Jacques casts his fishing rod.
Jacques got off the boat and stands next to a fishing sign on the shore, looking down into the water.
A small, striped, blue angelfish jumps out of the water somewhere between the steamboat and the shore. The angelfish is too small to see from the boat.
View of Crawdad Quarter, Willow Creek, at night, seen from a steamboat that Jacques is on.
He really loves that llamacorn, I often find him playing with it ๐
Jacques plays with the llamacorn toy, by holding it in his hand and moving it around in the air, pretending that the llamacorn is flying.
Jacques plays with the llamacorn.
Jacques: ...and the llamacorn comes in for landing, swoosh, swoosh! "Neigh! I'll let you get a taste of my magical horn!" Pew-pew-pew!
Jacques looks happy as he holds and looks at the llamacorn toy.
Jacques: How cute! I love it!
In the chest, Jacques finds a pink and purple llamacorn toy. He holds it in his hand and gives it a bit of a surprised look.
Jacques: A llamacorn?
Jacques has put the wooden chest on the coffee table in his office. He sits on the sofa and confidently puts his hands on his hips.
The wooden chest.
Jacques: Now, let's see what else I caught.
Sail boat to get off the island, then he'll take a steamboat from there to where he's going ๐
Aaah, I see! You see... in this universe they don't have motorboats, helicopters, cars... They have slow trains, steamboats, and while they do have portals, he'd need a spellcaster to escort him if it isn't one that's deemed safe for regular sims, but he can't ask Ahriman, they don't have a phone ๐
He's been fishing many, many hours, that's what the interluding silent posts and scenery screenshots are supposed to represent ๐
Jacques looks tired and disappointed.
Jacques: No, I give up. There are probably no angelfish here. I hope Hugo can make dinner, so that I'll have time to do some research on where to find angelfish and I could take the boat there early tomorrow. Ugh, I wish Ahriman could do this. I don't know anyone else who can teleport.
Aerial view of the shore and waters where Jacques is fishing.
Jacques caught a perch.
Jacques: Well, looks like I caught dinner.
Something pulls on the fishing line and Jacques pulls on his rod to catch it.
Jacques: This feels more like a fish! Finally!
Aerial view of The Crumbling Isle, with houses, ruins, and forests.