Pick'N'Mix Mods for The Sims 2

21 - Smugglers' Bay

Smugglers' Bay was not what Analise had been expecting - it was more themed adventure park for teenagers than historical location.

If she hadn't already paid, and believed in getting her money's worth, she would have left ages ago.

She'd read the information boards (all three of them), walked out to the look-out tower (a modern, health-and-safety approved monstrosity), but not climbed it! Explored the "hidden caves" (a landslip fissure, made safe with concrete) and walked the "smugglers trail" (a short board-walk through the dunes). Bored and frustrated, she'd left the sanitised areas and explored the tide line around the promontory, discovering numerous fascinating rock pools and, right under the so-called look-out tower, a real sea cave.

She wasn't interested in the "smugglers' lair" (an adventure park of ladders, slides, climbing walls and platforms) but the "pirate ship" looked interesting.

However, first she needed the loo.

She pushed open the outer door.

Who was she trying to kid? She didn't need the loo, it was just an excuse the avoid the stairs up to the ship. She turned around and walked straight into Mel.

"I'm sorry"

"No, all my fault"

It wasn't Mel, but the lady could certainly be their lost sister. Embarrassingly, they were wearing almost identical outfits.

"Excuse me", said Analise, aiming for the pirate ship, head down to avoid looking at the stairs - she was trying not to think 'what goes up, must come down' - so didn't see the lady raise her hand to her mouth and talk into it.

Analise was wedged in the prow of the pirate ship, knees drawn up to her chin, hugging her calves, breathing deeply, waiting for the panic attack to subside.

She wanted to vomit. She dropped her head onto her knees, closed her eyes and concentrated on nothing but breathing.

She'd "fenced with the automatons". She'd "explored the Captain's Cabin". She'd almost "walked the plank" (managing to get both feet onto it and shuffling as far forward as she could, with her eyes squeezed tight shut, while still holding onto both handrails - she'd had to massage the blood back into her fingers, past white knuckles, when she'd carefully backed-up and stood on the deck again). She'd "raised the Jolly Llama" (and lowered it), then explored the Captain's Cabin some more.

(She liked the cabin, it reminded her of one of the snugs in the campus library - deep arm chairs and old desks, surrounded by books on shelves at odd angles, and poorly lit.) She'd "learnt the sea-chanty" from the recorded holographic ghost, "prowled the poop deck" and explored the cabin again - rummaging through the bookshelves she'd found a slim journal, wedged into another book. She'd lovingly smoothed the pages in the damaged book flat and carefully returned it to it correct place on the shelf. Not only had it been damaged, it'd been misplaced. As far as Analise was concerned, hanging was the only suitable punishment for such a heinous double crime. And she'd "frolicked on the fo'c's'le". There was only one thing left to do - "climb to the crow's nest". As she'd turned from the bow, saying to herself 'how hard can that really be', her eyes had angled up and up and up to the top of the mast.

Which was how she'd come to be huddled in the prow, breathing deeply, desperately trying not to throw-up, and sobbing gently.

20 - Morning Sickness 22 - Xavier