Alaric was on the boat waiting for the shogun. He had the sword dipped into the water, and was waiting for the shotgun to emerge. Alaric was a little more concerned about what he was doing this time. He thought that the idea of the rusty sword seemed pretty vague, and had possibility for alternative interpretation. There was always a concern for failure.
Alaric stayed on the boat as time passed over the day. Alaric usually sectioned out his days into four sections now.
Pre fishing morning, where he would stretch out and wash up. He would eat a little breakfast and relax a little. Boredom was a concern for Alaric at times. If he spent his entire day sitting on the boat waiting for something to catch on the line, he would be bored to death. Of course there would be elements that would make the fishing more difficult, especially as he would advance in fishing, but for now, just sitting in the ocean there wasn't much substance.
Alaric took up a couple hobbies to keep himself occupied. He started drawing a little more. He was in a dangerous area, but there was also nature all around him. He would draw trees or the rare critter that would appear before him. He would also sing to himself. He kept it quiet as to not attract beasts, but still enjoyed it.
Alaric would want to talk to someone. The rat kept him company but Alaric had a renewed interest in having some kind of assistant or partner.
The second part of the day would be his pre lunch fishing. This is where he had the most energy in the day. He would hopefully catch something, and then have a good start to the day.
The third section would be post lunch fishing. This was a short part of his day, and didn't last long. Darkness was a major concern. Any mistake that Alaric would make out here would be magnified. If he injured himself out here it would be difficult to get medical attention. Alaric would have to sail himself to the suburbs of the city in order to find a doctor. Depending on the injury, that would be incredibly difficult.
This is why Alaric would have to exercise appropriate caution in his lifestyle out here.
The night time mostly consisted of Alaric in his house. He liked to get home when it was still light out so he could tend to some outside matters such as feeding fish and cleaning himself. It would eventually end with him sleeping away in his middling bed.
The day eventually reached midday and nothing was biting the rod. Alaric was feeling moderately dejected. But life wouldn't hand him everything. He had a quick lunch and got back to it. Since it had reached midday, Alaric decided to change his bait out. He switched the rusty sword out for the monkey bone sword. He rested the rod on the ship and waited for a bite.
All while he was doing this, Absalom was scurrying around the ship. Alaric would be fine if Absalom were to stay at the house, but at the end of the day he appreciated his company on the boat. Absalom provided absolutely no help on the boat in terms of fishing however.
Through the morning Absalom was just running circles around the boat and climbing around. Absalom seemed to be trying to better his physical fitness. During his lunch break, Alaric looked over at Absalom. Absalom had retired his exercise for the time being for lunch.
Alaric looked at Absalom. Usually Absalom had soft eyes, and was tender. Ever since the eye was replaced the glare in Absalom's eyes were different. When Alaric met eyes with Absalom, there was a new emotion deep within them.
"You okay man?" They stared at each other for a while. The eyelid of Absalom furrowed at Alaric before Absalom broke the stare.
"Huh." Alaric didn't know how to feel now. There was a sense of confrontation in the eyes of Absalom. It wasn't intense, and it was nothing like hatred, but there was definitely something in it.
Alaric kept it in the back of his mind and returned to fishing. He was now using the monkey sword as bait. Alaric was hoping that this would be the solution to the issue he was facing at the moment. He really wanted to get the shotgun fish in his metaphorical tool bag.
Alaric continued on the rest of the day, staring at the fishing rod. He was sincerely hoping that something would bite. Yet the day went on. As much as Alaric wanted to control time, he couldn't. He would eventually have to submit to the day and night cycle.
The day became darker and darker and Alaric was losing hope.
He was so focused on the rod that a couple times he felt like he saw it shake, and reeled it up to result in nothing being on the other end.
Alaric would have to return home with nothing.
Going a day without fishing anything wasn't something to be worried about, yet Alaric couldn't help but worry about it. This was his first day where he accomplished absolutely nothing in a while.
Alaric eventually reached the shore and started walking back to his house. Absalom followed suit, but seemed dejected as well. Alaric tried to meet Absalom's eyes again, but this time there was more clear confrontation present.
"What do you want man?" Alaric asked the rat, not expecting a response. Absalom didn't respond, but instead continued on walking. Absalom continued on with Alaric, but it seemed that there was an additional layer to their relationship now. Ever since the eye had been replaced, there were changes happening.
Alaric ended up back at his house when it was still somewhat light out. He decided to carry out his normal night routine. He had gotten used to the house to a reasonable degree now, and had gotten used to his life.
Alaric stepped outside the house and looked at what he had done.