Alaric, after going to sleep last night woke up feeling more productive.
"I'll try to fish for a new variety of fish today, need to stir up the pot a little." Alaric was ready for new fish.
The drunkard fish were alright, but he didn't want to be locked into strictly selling alcohol. He wanted a diverse range of products.
"I'm planning on having a diverse market, in such a small pool of competition, I need to not just dominate in one field, I need to dominate through the world. For that, I'm going to need some more fish." Alaric thought.
As he would have to get more fish, the more risk there would be involved.
"I know that there are high upper ends to Esoteric Fishing. If I were to turn that into a commercial business, there will be legal and illegal oppositions to me. If I end up fishing up a fish like the fire fish or the shotgun that could be used as a weapon, I would either have to go through an intense legal process to legally sell my things in a regulated manner, or I could go under the table a little." Alaric contemplated his future. His legal status would be an important thing to consider.
"There's no way I can get to the top of the Esoteric Fishing field without breaking laws, but the question is how far I will go. Selling strange alcohol under the table and not reporting sales tax on it is completely different than selling weapons that have potential to level cities. I'll see where my ambition will take me."
Alaric was resolute in his ambition to rise to the top. He was filled with fishy desire to explore this field.
Where the world had been explored to its limits, Alaric wanted to transcend the world and obtain mastery over fishing.
"I will extend my dominion over all fish. I desire nothing less than an empire." Alaric declared.
Alaric felt an energy coming from his eyes. He felt powerful in the moment.
"I'll start with the shotgun fish."
Alaric grabbed the supplies he needed. He grabbed the broken down weapons that he had bought and put them in a bag.
These weapons were completely unusable. They were all dented, or were too small to be practical. There were a couple child friendly daggers and things of that nature within the pile.
Of course, they were all pretty rusty. This severely decreased the utility of them. There wasn't a weapon in there that would be better than the machete that Alaric had used.
He also grabbed the monkey bone sword. He wanted to use it as a back up. The rusted weapons were bought intentionally to be unused and ignored, but Alaric had more of a real connection with not using the monkey sword. Alaric kind of just liked the machete. It was reliable. Of course it would have to be replaced eventually, but there was no need to reinvent the wheel when it would come to a casual weapon to carry around.
Alaric decided now to head down to the ocean with his supplies. He brought a lunch and the fishing rod down with him on the boat.
Alaric was accompanied by Absalom rat as well. Absalom had a hearty breakfast. The previously skinny rat was now ascended to the realm of average rat. Absalom now required eating more to maintain its body.
"You've gotten bigger huh, good!! You'll be better when you're bigger. Just stay exercising." Alaric said to Absalom. Alaric had witnessed Absalom's training regiment consisting of scurrying around the house, and biting into wood.
Absalom at this point was able to tear through a small log. Additionally, it was starting to awaken to its new eyes.
For the moment, Absalom wasn't entirely conscious of it, but the eye was affecting him.
Alaric now set off. Untying the boat, Alaric headed back out onto his element, the ocean. Alaric was definitely a big fan of the ocean.
There were other places he could fish, but the open nature of the ocean, and its status as the connection between all of humanity drew him to it.
For now, he wanted to fish in the ocean.
Alaric headed out to a moderate distance in the ocean. He was still able to see the shore, but he was far enough out for the ocean to be pretty deep. This was further than he would go out for the drunkard fish.
"Might as well start. Let's try to go 1-1 and use a rusty sword." Alaric got some string out and decided to attach the small sword to the end of the rod.
The rod was of high quality. While the color of the metal on the rod had changed over time, as well as the growth of some spikes, the actual quality of the fishing hadn't changed.
"Other than the luck mechanic I don't think there are any issues with it." Alaric decided.
He now lowered the sword into the water. Once again, his forearm stamina was tested. He had to keep the somewhat heavy sword balanced mid water. He had made a little rest for the rod in the boat, but he still had to concentrate on it a little.
the worst thing that could happen would be the rod falling into the water.
Alaric decided on a timeframe. He would wait a decent while before changing the bait. He had little concept for the possible time commitment, so he would have to commit to something that may not seem like it would work.
This was the nature of Esoteric Fishing.
"I will have to draw a line between patience and stupidity. I never know if my bait is working until it does, so there will be a time investment. But I also have to know where to draw the line when it's been enough time that it would be clear that the bait didn't work. Of course I will have to encounter failure."
Alaric waited on the boat for the shotgun.