Part 8: Let The Bodies Hit The Beach
Tony walked with Marita and Eddie. The piles of bodies were lain out in two rows, each with some form of coat or blanket covering them. The smell was already getting worst. Eddie held his nose, not sure what to make of what he was saying. “Marita, how many bodies?” asked Tony.
Marita took a moment to count them. “Thirteen.” She said.
“Eddie, if you tell me your parent’s names, you don’t have to do this. We can check their wallets.” Tony told the young boy.
“No,” Eddie protested, “I . . .I have to be sure.”
“Very well,” Tony sighed, “better get started then.”
Eddie walked over to the first body, and lifted up the blanket. He immediately dropped it and checked the next one. He started checking them faster and faster, like the sooner he got it over, the better. Marita was shocked the little boy was doing his best to find the bodies of his parents. “How’s he doing?” asked Tony.
“He’s going through all of them. He’s moving very fast.” Marita said with concern, “Are you sure this is good idea?”
“It’s his decision. If this is the way he wants to try and find his parents, who am I to stop him?”
“But Tony, you’re a doctor.”
“Yes, but I am not the boys father. I can only help him. I can’t tell him what to do.”
Eddie finally stopped and turned around, promptly vomiting. When Marita told Tony what he was doing, they immediately ran to him. The little boy coughed up the remainder of what he had eaten and began to cry. Tony kneeled down to him and he immediately embraced him. The doctor could feel the young boy’s tears soaking into his shirt. He gently stroked his hair, letting him end his grief. Marita joined in, rubbing his back as a sign of comfort. “They’re not there.” Eddie cried.
“Are you sure, Eddie?” Tony asked.
“I hope they were there but they weren’t,” he coughed, “Now I will never find them.”
“I’m sorry, Eddie. They must be in the bottom of the ocean.”
“Huh?” Eddie paused, “Why you say that?”
“Well, that’s where the tail section is. I’m sorry, Eddie.”
“They weren’t in the tail section. They were in the front of the plane.”
Tony was confused. Most of the survivors that were on the beach had come from the tail section of flight 815. Then how did Eddie get here? “Son, be honest with me,” Tony said, “If your parents were in the front of the plane, why were you in the rear?”
“They were yelling again.” Eddie sniffed, “I had to get away.”
Marita couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. The only reason he left in the first place was because his parents were arguing, and it sounded like a common occurrence. If he found them alive, it would have been a miracle. If he saw their bodies, it would gain him closure. But they had no idea where the middle and front half of the plane was. It could be somewhere on the island or even in another part of the ocean, one they can’t reach. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” She whispered.
“I can’t find my parents, “he sniffed, “Can I stay with you, Dr. Tony?”
Tony nearly felt his heard sink. “Sure, Eddie. You can stay with me as long as you like.”
Before they could say anything else, they heard yelling behind them. Marita and Tony stood up. The stewardess was the only one who could see what was happening. A large bald man and a thin man with a mustache were fighting over a silver bottle. She managed to get a decent look at it and realized it was a bottle of Vodka. “What’s going on?” asked Tony.
“They fighten over a bottle.” Eddie mentioned.
“What bottle? A bottle of water?”
“No, It’s Vodka.” Marita mentioned.
“Take me to them! QUICKLY!” Tony insisted.
Marita grabbed his hand and ran over to the scuffle. More and more survivors were watching the fight. Not a single one was interfering or cheering them on. Martin and Kristy had come over, concerned about the outcome of the fight. The giant bald man finally wrestled the bottle of vodka away from the thin man, then smacking him upside the head. “Thanks, fool,” he scoffed.
Tony could hear the man. He immediately stood out, holding his hand out, “Sir, it would be a good idea if you gave me that bottle.”
“Beat it, blind man,” the bald guy replied.
“Marita, is he in front of me?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” she quickly replied.
In one fluid motion, Tony round-housed the man, punching him in the cheek. He grunted from the blow, dropping the bottle. The doctor then flawed his arms and managed to grab the man, by the neck. He put him in a head lock and quickly brought him to the ground. “MARITA, GRAB THE BOTTLE!” he screamed.
“OH!” she squealed, making a dive for it.
The bald man then rammed his elbow in the doctor’s rips, making him gasp for air. By the time he managed to regain himself, the giant man had flipped over and began pounding the doctor. Marita screamed, wondering where John was. “STOP IT!!” Eddie screamed.
The Martin, literally, stepped in. He slammed his Rockport boot against the side of the man’s face. He felt over, spitting blood. Tony rolled out of the way, coughing up blood in his own right. Eddie quickly ran to him, helping him up. The blind man coughed and huffed for air. He let the little boy guide him away from the scuffle. “Please tell me we got the bottle.” He asked aloud.
“We got it,” Marita said proudly.
“You bastards!” the bald man coughed, “It’s mine!”
“If you’re gonna to drink this because of your thirst, sir, I can promise it would make it worse not better, “Tony grunted, “However, this has a better use. As a disinfectant, and a coolant,”
“It’s mine, you blind fool.”
“YOU’RE THE FOOL!” Martin screamed to the bald man, “He’s a doctor! He knows what we should do!”
The crowd gave a momentarily consensus of Martin’s small proclamation. Tony spit out blood again and began to walk away. Eddie led the way for him. Marita motioned for Martin and Kristy to follow them. The crowd began to disburse, going back to their salvaging. The bald man stared at the doctor with evil intent. Above all else, he knew he would get that bottle of vodka back.
As they walked, Tony could hear the extra set of footprints. He had hoped it was his savior in the fight he just had. “I hope you are indeed following me, “he laughed, “I wanted to thank you.”
“No, thanks needed, doc,” Martin smiled, “You were right, he was wrong.”
Tony introduced himself as did Kristy. The doctor then pointed out to Marita and little Eddie. Martin and Kristy were glad to meet them both. The young black man then gasped at what he saw in front of them. “Doctor, your eye,” he stuttered.
Tony reached up and felt the blood that was coming down his cheek.
The scuffle had reopened the wound.
Marita took a moment to count them. “Thirteen.” She said.
“Eddie, if you tell me your parent’s names, you don’t have to do this. We can check their wallets.” Tony told the young boy.
“No,” Eddie protested, “I . . .I have to be sure.”
“Very well,” Tony sighed, “better get started then.”
Eddie walked over to the first body, and lifted up the blanket. He immediately dropped it and checked the next one. He started checking them faster and faster, like the sooner he got it over, the better. Marita was shocked the little boy was doing his best to find the bodies of his parents. “How’s he doing?” asked Tony.
“He’s going through all of them. He’s moving very fast.” Marita said with concern, “Are you sure this is good idea?”
“It’s his decision. If this is the way he wants to try and find his parents, who am I to stop him?”
“But Tony, you’re a doctor.”
“Yes, but I am not the boys father. I can only help him. I can’t tell him what to do.”
Eddie finally stopped and turned around, promptly vomiting. When Marita told Tony what he was doing, they immediately ran to him. The little boy coughed up the remainder of what he had eaten and began to cry. Tony kneeled down to him and he immediately embraced him. The doctor could feel the young boy’s tears soaking into his shirt. He gently stroked his hair, letting him end his grief. Marita joined in, rubbing his back as a sign of comfort. “They’re not there.” Eddie cried.
“Are you sure, Eddie?” Tony asked.
“I hope they were there but they weren’t,” he coughed, “Now I will never find them.”
“I’m sorry, Eddie. They must be in the bottom of the ocean.”
“Huh?” Eddie paused, “Why you say that?”
“Well, that’s where the tail section is. I’m sorry, Eddie.”
“They weren’t in the tail section. They were in the front of the plane.”
Tony was confused. Most of the survivors that were on the beach had come from the tail section of flight 815. Then how did Eddie get here? “Son, be honest with me,” Tony said, “If your parents were in the front of the plane, why were you in the rear?”
“They were yelling again.” Eddie sniffed, “I had to get away.”
Marita couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. The only reason he left in the first place was because his parents were arguing, and it sounded like a common occurrence. If he found them alive, it would have been a miracle. If he saw their bodies, it would gain him closure. But they had no idea where the middle and front half of the plane was. It could be somewhere on the island or even in another part of the ocean, one they can’t reach. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” She whispered.
“I can’t find my parents, “he sniffed, “Can I stay with you, Dr. Tony?”
Tony nearly felt his heard sink. “Sure, Eddie. You can stay with me as long as you like.”
Before they could say anything else, they heard yelling behind them. Marita and Tony stood up. The stewardess was the only one who could see what was happening. A large bald man and a thin man with a mustache were fighting over a silver bottle. She managed to get a decent look at it and realized it was a bottle of Vodka. “What’s going on?” asked Tony.
“They fighten over a bottle.” Eddie mentioned.
“What bottle? A bottle of water?”
“No, It’s Vodka.” Marita mentioned.
“Take me to them! QUICKLY!” Tony insisted.
Marita grabbed his hand and ran over to the scuffle. More and more survivors were watching the fight. Not a single one was interfering or cheering them on. Martin and Kristy had come over, concerned about the outcome of the fight. The giant bald man finally wrestled the bottle of vodka away from the thin man, then smacking him upside the head. “Thanks, fool,” he scoffed.
Tony could hear the man. He immediately stood out, holding his hand out, “Sir, it would be a good idea if you gave me that bottle.”
“Beat it, blind man,” the bald guy replied.
“Marita, is he in front of me?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” she quickly replied.
In one fluid motion, Tony round-housed the man, punching him in the cheek. He grunted from the blow, dropping the bottle. The doctor then flawed his arms and managed to grab the man, by the neck. He put him in a head lock and quickly brought him to the ground. “MARITA, GRAB THE BOTTLE!” he screamed.
“OH!” she squealed, making a dive for it.
The bald man then rammed his elbow in the doctor’s rips, making him gasp for air. By the time he managed to regain himself, the giant man had flipped over and began pounding the doctor. Marita screamed, wondering where John was. “STOP IT!!” Eddie screamed.
The Martin, literally, stepped in. He slammed his Rockport boot against the side of the man’s face. He felt over, spitting blood. Tony rolled out of the way, coughing up blood in his own right. Eddie quickly ran to him, helping him up. The blind man coughed and huffed for air. He let the little boy guide him away from the scuffle. “Please tell me we got the bottle.” He asked aloud.
“We got it,” Marita said proudly.
“You bastards!” the bald man coughed, “It’s mine!”
“If you’re gonna to drink this because of your thirst, sir, I can promise it would make it worse not better, “Tony grunted, “However, this has a better use. As a disinfectant, and a coolant,”
“It’s mine, you blind fool.”
“YOU’RE THE FOOL!” Martin screamed to the bald man, “He’s a doctor! He knows what we should do!”
The crowd gave a momentarily consensus of Martin’s small proclamation. Tony spit out blood again and began to walk away. Eddie led the way for him. Marita motioned for Martin and Kristy to follow them. The crowd began to disburse, going back to their salvaging. The bald man stared at the doctor with evil intent. Above all else, he knew he would get that bottle of vodka back.
As they walked, Tony could hear the extra set of footprints. He had hoped it was his savior in the fight he just had. “I hope you are indeed following me, “he laughed, “I wanted to thank you.”
“No, thanks needed, doc,” Martin smiled, “You were right, he was wrong.”
Tony introduced himself as did Kristy. The doctor then pointed out to Marita and little Eddie. Martin and Kristy were glad to meet them both. The young black man then gasped at what he saw in front of them. “Doctor, your eye,” he stuttered.
Tony reached up and felt the blood that was coming down his cheek.
The scuffle had reopened the wound.
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