Part 16: The Three Boxes
The majority of the survivors had managed to pick their own pieces of the luggage and debris to call it their own. They rested on the beach sorting out pieces of clothing, and other necessities. Taylor had immediately helped herself to a toothbrush and toothpaste. Poteet went through two pieces of luggage and threw them aside in disgust. He still didn’t find what he was looking for.
Tony walked down the beach, alone. He tapped his cane along the sand, remembering where the shoreline let the water. He knew his was going to be blind, possibly for the duration of their stay on this tropical island. Their wouldn’t be people to help him walk around all the time.
He heard some grunts ahead of him. One sounded familiar, like it was John’s. “John, are you there?” he called.
“Yeah, Tony, one sec.” he said, grunting.
The blind doctor heard the drop of something large on the beach. Then he heard John’s rapid footfalls to him. John gently took Tony’s hand and placed it on his shoulder, leading him up the beach. “What did you find?” he asked.
“Three boxes.” John huffed, “Two small ones and one big one.”
“I wonder what is them?” asked Martin.
“Well, Let’s see, “ McKay said, kneeling down, “This one says . . .It’s too a town called Jacksonville, Florida.”
“Does it say who it’s for?” asked Tony.
“Uh . . .I can’t tell. The ink is practically washed off.”
“Let’s open it.” Martin said excited.
McKay slammed his machete into the grove and used it to pry open the lid. Throwing it to the side, the young black man quickly started moving away the white packing shreds. As he dug deeper he found something. It was smooth and about the feel of someone’s arm. Martin dug it out and then screamed. It was an arm! “Martin, what’s wrong?” asked Tony.
McKay laughed as he picked up the rigid arm. “You scare easily, lad.”
“I wasn’t expecting to find a damn arm!”
“Did he say arm?” Tony said confused.
“Yeah, Doc, this appears to be a box full of manikin parts, “ McKay laughed, pulling up the bald head and torso of a female manikin, “ G’day, Luv. Which was to Sydney?”
The four friends laughed as McKay kissed the manikin on the head. They enjoyed their joke for the moment, then checked the second box. McKay kneeled down to look at the manifest. He had a perplexed look on his face. “What does it say, McKay?” asked John.
“It says a Crap Pack, from AllNerds.com ?”
“Crap Pack?” asked an amused Tony.
“Let’s hope it’s not really that, “ Martin grunted, as he helped remove the lid.
The friends looked into the box. It was filled with even smaller boxes. John picked up a long box, then looked it. “Hmm. It’s a Keyboard.” He muttered.
McKay picked up a long, thick box. “Uh . . .Curb Your Dogma Highly Caffienated Coffe?”
“This looks like some kinda desktop statue for a monitor, “Martin said, examining a small box, “Looks like a frog.”
“It’s a whole sale box for computer nerds.” Tony chuckled.
“Well, who is the smartest man on the beach?” smiled John, “Maybe he can pull a MacGyver out of this stuff.”
“Who?” asked Martin.
“MacGyver, “John said, “The genius show from the 80’s? The guy who could turn a cactus, a fork, and a packet of soy sauce into a radar?”
“Got no idea what you are talking about.” Martin laughed.
John sighed, scratching his neck. “I am very old.”
“Holy!” McKay grabbed a box he saw.
“You find something useful, McKay?” asked Tony.
“Aw, bastard,” McKay grunted, “I thought I did. I saw this package said Radio transiever, but it only says short wave.”
“What does that mean? We can’t use it?” asked Martin.
“If it’s a short wave radio, then it’s probably only got a distance of maybe two miles,” John told him.
“Still, if a plane passes overhead, we can use it to radio them, “Tony mentioned, “You think you can build that thing, McKay?”
“Should be too hard. It’s a got a manuel.” He chuckled.
“Well, lets see what is in the last box!” Martin said, “Hopefully, it’s canned beans or something.”
“I have a feeling we won’t get that lucky.” Tony smirked.
Martin hoisted up the last box and began to open it. It felt very heavy. It must be food, there was nothing else it could be. The young black man ripped it open with dire anticipation. Then when he saw the contents, he grunted and walked away in disgust. John and McKay were wondering what it was that could have made him so upset. McKay walked over, looked at the contents and smirked. He gently picked up one of the items and held it aloft so John could see it.
It was a free AOL CD.
“You gotta be kidding me.” John sighed, “We get enough of that junk at the grocery store.”
“What is it, John?” asked Tony.
“A box of free AOL CDs, doc. Another useless item.”
“AOL CD’s?” Tony pondered, “McKay, how many are in there?”
He looked at the box. “Says just over 400.”
“That’s perfect!” Tony screamed in glee.
“Uh . .doc, I hate to tell you this but I don’t think they get DSL all the way out here.” John said.
“McKay, give me one.” Tony walked toward him.
The Australian placed the cd package in the hand of the blind man. Tony began to rip it open and retrieve the cd inside. He then pulled it out of its case, then flipped it. He continued to shift it around, reflecting the light of the sun back at McKay and John. “Watch the light, doc,” John said, protecting his eyes.
“Exactly, my friend!” Tony laughed, “The underside of these cds are just like mirrors, reflecting the sun light. Now imagine all 400 of these placed on the beach?”
“Hey, damn good thinking, Tony, “ McKay laughed with excitement, “It would be like creating a giant mirror. Any overhead plane could easily spot such a thing.”
“Well, well, well,” John smirked, “You didn’t tell us you were good at improvising, Tony.”
“I always look for all solutions.” He smiled.
Tony walked down the beach, alone. He tapped his cane along the sand, remembering where the shoreline let the water. He knew his was going to be blind, possibly for the duration of their stay on this tropical island. Their wouldn’t be people to help him walk around all the time.
He heard some grunts ahead of him. One sounded familiar, like it was John’s. “John, are you there?” he called.
“Yeah, Tony, one sec.” he said, grunting.
The blind doctor heard the drop of something large on the beach. Then he heard John’s rapid footfalls to him. John gently took Tony’s hand and placed it on his shoulder, leading him up the beach. “What did you find?” he asked.
“Three boxes.” John huffed, “Two small ones and one big one.”
“I wonder what is them?” asked Martin.
“Well, Let’s see, “ McKay said, kneeling down, “This one says . . .It’s too a town called Jacksonville, Florida.”
“Does it say who it’s for?” asked Tony.
“Uh . . .I can’t tell. The ink is practically washed off.”
“Let’s open it.” Martin said excited.
McKay slammed his machete into the grove and used it to pry open the lid. Throwing it to the side, the young black man quickly started moving away the white packing shreds. As he dug deeper he found something. It was smooth and about the feel of someone’s arm. Martin dug it out and then screamed. It was an arm! “Martin, what’s wrong?” asked Tony.
McKay laughed as he picked up the rigid arm. “You scare easily, lad.”
“I wasn’t expecting to find a damn arm!”
“Did he say arm?” Tony said confused.
“Yeah, Doc, this appears to be a box full of manikin parts, “ McKay laughed, pulling up the bald head and torso of a female manikin, “ G’day, Luv. Which was to Sydney?”
The four friends laughed as McKay kissed the manikin on the head. They enjoyed their joke for the moment, then checked the second box. McKay kneeled down to look at the manifest. He had a perplexed look on his face. “What does it say, McKay?” asked John.
“It says a Crap Pack, from AllNerds.com ?”
“Crap Pack?” asked an amused Tony.
“Let’s hope it’s not really that, “ Martin grunted, as he helped remove the lid.
The friends looked into the box. It was filled with even smaller boxes. John picked up a long box, then looked it. “Hmm. It’s a Keyboard.” He muttered.
McKay picked up a long, thick box. “Uh . . .Curb Your Dogma Highly Caffienated Coffe?”
“This looks like some kinda desktop statue for a monitor, “Martin said, examining a small box, “Looks like a frog.”
“It’s a whole sale box for computer nerds.” Tony chuckled.
“Well, who is the smartest man on the beach?” smiled John, “Maybe he can pull a MacGyver out of this stuff.”
“Who?” asked Martin.
“MacGyver, “John said, “The genius show from the 80’s? The guy who could turn a cactus, a fork, and a packet of soy sauce into a radar?”
“Got no idea what you are talking about.” Martin laughed.
John sighed, scratching his neck. “I am very old.”
“Holy!” McKay grabbed a box he saw.
“You find something useful, McKay?” asked Tony.
“Aw, bastard,” McKay grunted, “I thought I did. I saw this package said Radio transiever, but it only says short wave.”
“What does that mean? We can’t use it?” asked Martin.
“If it’s a short wave radio, then it’s probably only got a distance of maybe two miles,” John told him.
“Still, if a plane passes overhead, we can use it to radio them, “Tony mentioned, “You think you can build that thing, McKay?”
“Should be too hard. It’s a got a manuel.” He chuckled.
“Well, lets see what is in the last box!” Martin said, “Hopefully, it’s canned beans or something.”
“I have a feeling we won’t get that lucky.” Tony smirked.
Martin hoisted up the last box and began to open it. It felt very heavy. It must be food, there was nothing else it could be. The young black man ripped it open with dire anticipation. Then when he saw the contents, he grunted and walked away in disgust. John and McKay were wondering what it was that could have made him so upset. McKay walked over, looked at the contents and smirked. He gently picked up one of the items and held it aloft so John could see it.
It was a free AOL CD.
“You gotta be kidding me.” John sighed, “We get enough of that junk at the grocery store.”
“What is it, John?” asked Tony.
“A box of free AOL CDs, doc. Another useless item.”
“AOL CD’s?” Tony pondered, “McKay, how many are in there?”
He looked at the box. “Says just over 400.”
“That’s perfect!” Tony screamed in glee.
“Uh . .doc, I hate to tell you this but I don’t think they get DSL all the way out here.” John said.
“McKay, give me one.” Tony walked toward him.
The Australian placed the cd package in the hand of the blind man. Tony began to rip it open and retrieve the cd inside. He then pulled it out of its case, then flipped it. He continued to shift it around, reflecting the light of the sun back at McKay and John. “Watch the light, doc,” John said, protecting his eyes.
“Exactly, my friend!” Tony laughed, “The underside of these cds are just like mirrors, reflecting the sun light. Now imagine all 400 of these placed on the beach?”
“Hey, damn good thinking, Tony, “ McKay laughed with excitement, “It would be like creating a giant mirror. Any overhead plane could easily spot such a thing.”
“Well, well, well,” John smirked, “You didn’t tell us you were good at improvising, Tony.”
“I always look for all solutions.” He smiled.
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