Part 104: Day 18
The morning had arrived with the waves being slightly stronger. The wind was blowing a little stronger too. It was almost as if a storm was coming but there were only barely enough clouds in the sky to constitute one. The survivors remained huddled together for the warmth before the sun reached it’s zenith.
Tony inhaled deeply as he wound up awake. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks, and scratch the outer rim of his jaw. He leaned over to the sleeping Latina in his arms and kissed her on the forehead. Marita smiled, moaning and leaned over, returning the blind doctor’s kiss with a peck on the lips. “Morning,” she said, rubbing his chest.
“Morning to you, sweetie.” Tony whispered, “Did you sleep well?”
“As well can be expected. You make a decent pillow.”
“Glad to hear it. When we get back to the real world, how about you and I make a trip to Vegas and stay at the Rio for a whole week? They got the best beds.”
“Best beds?” she giggled, “Do they . .uh . .bounce much?”
“Only if we make them.” Tony grinned from ear to ear.
Marita hit him on the chest, laughing, “Tony, you are so bad!”
“I try, honey, I try.” He chuckled.
Marita then immediately stopped laughing. She felt a momentary rush of panic when she noticed Eddie was missing. “Tony, Eddie is gone!” she told him.
Tony then slapped his other arm on the ground where Eddie normally slept, hitting nothing but the blankets. The blind man and Marita leaned up abruptly. “JOHN!” Tony called to him.
“Hmm?” the archer stirred awake, holding Mia in his arms.
“Please tell me you see Eddie at the beach, peeing.” The blind doctor grunted.
John leaned over and used his sharp eyes to scan the bottom of the beach. Eddie was running back up toward them, wearing nothing but his shorts. The archer took a deep sigh, trying not to wake up Mia. “Yeah, he was on the beach,” he told his friends, “He’s heading back up here.”
Tony then fell right back into his makeshift bed, gasping. “Sweet Jesus, “he exhaled, “I think my heart skipped a beat.”
“Yours wasn’t the only one,” Marita said, calming down.
“Uh . .Tony?” John blinked.
“Yeah, John, what is it?”
“I don’t know . .but. .uh . .something might be wrong. Eddie looks upset.”
Tony concentrated on his hearing. As the young boy got closer, he could indeed hear him bawling his eyes out with crying. The blind doctor slowly got to his feet, feeling his way out of the Medical Tent. He made it to the entrance and called to the little boy. Eddie ran to him crying up a storm. The weeping boy collided with Tony’s legs, embracing him. The noise of his despair woke up most everybody. The blind doctor reached down, and picked him up, holding him best he could. “Shhhh, Eddie, calm down,” he said, patting him on the back, “Tell me what is wrong.”
“I don’t want anybody else to die,” he cried.
“Eddie, what . .no one else has died, we are all fine.”
“NO!” Eddie cried into his shoulder, “There is a dead lady out there! Dead Lady on the beach.”
Tony felt a rush of adrenaline hit his spine. A dead woman on the beach? Where they attacked in the middle of the night again? He quickly put Eddie down and hoped his friends were awake. “MCKAY!” he bellowed, “I need a head count, NOW!”
McKay threw off his blanket and scrambled to his feet. He began to search the surrounding area for all the females in their group. Taylor and Mandy had been sleeping by his side, along with Shanna so they were fine. The Australian dove inside the medical tent, seeing Marita, Yolanda and in the back were Jenny and Kristy. He then dove back out of the tent, ran to the side and around the back to see the far encampment of Natasha. “NATASHA!” he screamed, “SOUND OFF!”
“What’s going on?” she replied, looking back at him after two seconds.
McKay turned to Tony, placing his hand on his shoulder. “We’re good, Tony,” he whispered, “All ladies accounted for.”
“Then it would seem we have another visitor,” John rubbed the back of his head, “The bad news is, it’s a dead one.”
“Let’s go have a look,” Tony said, “Pardon my pun.”
Eddie slowly stopped crying. He took Tony’s hand and slowly began to lead the way. McKay and John followed, along with Marita, Mia and Taylor. The other’s stayed behind, not really wanting to look at a dead body.
The group made their way down the beach. The wind kicked up in their faces, sending small shivers down their bodies. Taylor rubbed her arms together, trying to keep warm. When Mia saw this, she gently put her arms around her, using her jean jacket to help keep her warm. The blond returned her kindness with a simple smile. Marita caught up to Tony, taking his arm. Eddie then pointed toward the body.
It was indeed the body of a female woman. She had washed up on the beach; her hair flayed out against the sand. McKay walked over and kneeled down, looking at her. Tony took a deep breath and then asked, “Would somebody describe her to me?”
McKay coughed, “She . .uh . . looks maybe in her middle twenties. She’s wearing a t-shirt with only yellow panties. Her skin . . .is . .uh . . .very white, with small pieces of her skin missing.”
Marita tried to keep from feeling sick. Tony gently patted her on the arm, “Unfortunately that means this woman was in the ocean long enough for the fish to start feeding on her. Anything else, McKay?”
“She’s got a digital watch, looks broken, “he said, “Other than that, nothing else. Just another victim of the crash.”
“Why did she wash up on the beach after all this time?” John asked.
“Probably hung on some rocks near the bottom, giving the fish time enough to feed on her,” Tony whispered, “My guess? Her pants were hung on some sharp rocks.”
“Then eventually they gave way and she floated up here,” McKay nodded his head, “You must have been a detective in another life, Tony.”
“Not really,” he smiled, “I get my deductive reasoning from my grandpa. He was a cop.”
“Damn shame,” McKay stood up, “For the poor woman to die like that. I hoped she didn’t suffer. I hope she died the moment she hit the water.”
“Needless to say, there is nothing we can do for her now.” John coughed, trying not to get sick himself.
“I’ll go get a blanket to cover her up with,” Mia sighed, turning around, “At least we can do for her is to give her back her dignity.”
“Thank you, Mia,” the blind doctor whispered, “That is very thoughtful.”
The majority of the people turned around. They began to walk back. Tony moved to turn around and walk back as well but he noticed Eddie was no longer by his side. He reached over and took the body by the shoulder. Marita gently rubbed Tony’s elbow, letting him know she would leave the two alone. After the death of Brendon, it must have been very difficult for Eddie to see this woman. He had just gotten over one death only to be faced with another. Tony kneeled down beside the boy, holding onto him. “Talk to me, Eddie,” he whispered.
“Do you think she went to Heaven, Tony?” he asked.
“I’m sure she did.” He replied, rubbing his arm.
“What does it feel like when you die?” Eddie said.
“You really shouldn’t be thinking about this stuff at your age, Eddie. Most people don’t start thinking about Death until they are well into their twenties. You are just 9 years old.”
“When I get into my twenties, will you tell me, Tony?”
“Yeah, I will,” Tony sighed, “Good Lord willing, we are off of this island by that time.”
Tony stood up and took the boy by the hand then started to lead him away. He felt bad for the little kid, faced with so much death at such a young age. Eddie shouldn’t be on this island. None of them should but they had to maintain their strength if they were going to survive. Eddie held onto his friend’s hand, as he wiped his nose. “I hope God takes care of that woman in Heaven,” the little boy whispered, “I mean, she didn’t have to die. All she wanted to do was take a swim.”
“That’s not funny, Eddie,” Tony said, being a little stern, “That poor woman died when the plane went down.”
“She did?” the little boy blinked, “Then why is she wearing a swimsuit?”
Tony paused. What did Eddie just say? The doctor slowly turned around and rubbing his lips. “McKay . .. .I thought he said, she was wearing yellow panties?”
“Looks all rubbery. Like a swimsuit to me, Tony.”
The blind doctor then stumbled back toward the body. He felt on all fours and felt his way around. He wounded up touching her pale arm first. Tony felt his way down the decaying corpse to her inner thighs. He felt of the area where her panties would have been, grabbing the garment. The blind man gently pulled on the outer string, then slinging it back, making a SNAP sound.
Like a typical elastic swimsuit.
The fiery nerves in Tony’s brain began to super charge. The woman was in the water and she was wearing a swimsuit, meaning she was swimming. She wasn’t a part of their survivor group, cause they’ve all bonded since the beginning. What would be the odds that a woman would wear a bikini bottom on the plane? Slim to nothing. Unless she knew the plane was going down and even then, those were slim odds as well. The only thing that made sense was that this woman survived the crash and felt comfortable to take a swim.
And that could lead to only one logical conclusion.
Tony immediately turned around and began to run up the beach. Eddie grabbed his cane and followed him. The blind man was running as fast as his legs to take him. He couldn’t see where he was going but he didn’t care. He only had to get within shouting distance of his people. “JOHNNNNNN!!!!” Tony screamed.
The archer turned around, seeing his friend running fast toward them. Mia held the blanket in her arms, wondering what was going on. “MIIIAAAAA!!!” Tony screamed to her.
The two lovers looked at each other; wondering why their blind friend wanted to get their attention and attention alone.
“WE’RE NOT ALONE!!” Tony yelled, “THERE ARE OTHER SURVIVORS ON THIS ISLAND!!!”
“What?” exclaimed John.
Tony inhaled deeply as he wound up awake. He rubbed his stubbled cheeks, and scratch the outer rim of his jaw. He leaned over to the sleeping Latina in his arms and kissed her on the forehead. Marita smiled, moaning and leaned over, returning the blind doctor’s kiss with a peck on the lips. “Morning,” she said, rubbing his chest.
“Morning to you, sweetie.” Tony whispered, “Did you sleep well?”
“As well can be expected. You make a decent pillow.”
“Glad to hear it. When we get back to the real world, how about you and I make a trip to Vegas and stay at the Rio for a whole week? They got the best beds.”
“Best beds?” she giggled, “Do they . .uh . .bounce much?”
“Only if we make them.” Tony grinned from ear to ear.
Marita hit him on the chest, laughing, “Tony, you are so bad!”
“I try, honey, I try.” He chuckled.
Marita then immediately stopped laughing. She felt a momentary rush of panic when she noticed Eddie was missing. “Tony, Eddie is gone!” she told him.
Tony then slapped his other arm on the ground where Eddie normally slept, hitting nothing but the blankets. The blind man and Marita leaned up abruptly. “JOHN!” Tony called to him.
“Hmm?” the archer stirred awake, holding Mia in his arms.
“Please tell me you see Eddie at the beach, peeing.” The blind doctor grunted.
John leaned over and used his sharp eyes to scan the bottom of the beach. Eddie was running back up toward them, wearing nothing but his shorts. The archer took a deep sigh, trying not to wake up Mia. “Yeah, he was on the beach,” he told his friends, “He’s heading back up here.”
Tony then fell right back into his makeshift bed, gasping. “Sweet Jesus, “he exhaled, “I think my heart skipped a beat.”
“Yours wasn’t the only one,” Marita said, calming down.
“Uh . .Tony?” John blinked.
“Yeah, John, what is it?”
“I don’t know . .but. .uh . .something might be wrong. Eddie looks upset.”
Tony concentrated on his hearing. As the young boy got closer, he could indeed hear him bawling his eyes out with crying. The blind doctor slowly got to his feet, feeling his way out of the Medical Tent. He made it to the entrance and called to the little boy. Eddie ran to him crying up a storm. The weeping boy collided with Tony’s legs, embracing him. The noise of his despair woke up most everybody. The blind doctor reached down, and picked him up, holding him best he could. “Shhhh, Eddie, calm down,” he said, patting him on the back, “Tell me what is wrong.”
“I don’t want anybody else to die,” he cried.
“Eddie, what . .no one else has died, we are all fine.”
“NO!” Eddie cried into his shoulder, “There is a dead lady out there! Dead Lady on the beach.”
Tony felt a rush of adrenaline hit his spine. A dead woman on the beach? Where they attacked in the middle of the night again? He quickly put Eddie down and hoped his friends were awake. “MCKAY!” he bellowed, “I need a head count, NOW!”
McKay threw off his blanket and scrambled to his feet. He began to search the surrounding area for all the females in their group. Taylor and Mandy had been sleeping by his side, along with Shanna so they were fine. The Australian dove inside the medical tent, seeing Marita, Yolanda and in the back were Jenny and Kristy. He then dove back out of the tent, ran to the side and around the back to see the far encampment of Natasha. “NATASHA!” he screamed, “SOUND OFF!”
“What’s going on?” she replied, looking back at him after two seconds.
McKay turned to Tony, placing his hand on his shoulder. “We’re good, Tony,” he whispered, “All ladies accounted for.”
“Then it would seem we have another visitor,” John rubbed the back of his head, “The bad news is, it’s a dead one.”
“Let’s go have a look,” Tony said, “Pardon my pun.”
Eddie slowly stopped crying. He took Tony’s hand and slowly began to lead the way. McKay and John followed, along with Marita, Mia and Taylor. The other’s stayed behind, not really wanting to look at a dead body.
The group made their way down the beach. The wind kicked up in their faces, sending small shivers down their bodies. Taylor rubbed her arms together, trying to keep warm. When Mia saw this, she gently put her arms around her, using her jean jacket to help keep her warm. The blond returned her kindness with a simple smile. Marita caught up to Tony, taking his arm. Eddie then pointed toward the body.
It was indeed the body of a female woman. She had washed up on the beach; her hair flayed out against the sand. McKay walked over and kneeled down, looking at her. Tony took a deep breath and then asked, “Would somebody describe her to me?”
McKay coughed, “She . .uh . . looks maybe in her middle twenties. She’s wearing a t-shirt with only yellow panties. Her skin . . .is . .uh . . .very white, with small pieces of her skin missing.”
Marita tried to keep from feeling sick. Tony gently patted her on the arm, “Unfortunately that means this woman was in the ocean long enough for the fish to start feeding on her. Anything else, McKay?”
“She’s got a digital watch, looks broken, “he said, “Other than that, nothing else. Just another victim of the crash.”
“Why did she wash up on the beach after all this time?” John asked.
“Probably hung on some rocks near the bottom, giving the fish time enough to feed on her,” Tony whispered, “My guess? Her pants were hung on some sharp rocks.”
“Then eventually they gave way and she floated up here,” McKay nodded his head, “You must have been a detective in another life, Tony.”
“Not really,” he smiled, “I get my deductive reasoning from my grandpa. He was a cop.”
“Damn shame,” McKay stood up, “For the poor woman to die like that. I hoped she didn’t suffer. I hope she died the moment she hit the water.”
“Needless to say, there is nothing we can do for her now.” John coughed, trying not to get sick himself.
“I’ll go get a blanket to cover her up with,” Mia sighed, turning around, “At least we can do for her is to give her back her dignity.”
“Thank you, Mia,” the blind doctor whispered, “That is very thoughtful.”
The majority of the people turned around. They began to walk back. Tony moved to turn around and walk back as well but he noticed Eddie was no longer by his side. He reached over and took the body by the shoulder. Marita gently rubbed Tony’s elbow, letting him know she would leave the two alone. After the death of Brendon, it must have been very difficult for Eddie to see this woman. He had just gotten over one death only to be faced with another. Tony kneeled down beside the boy, holding onto him. “Talk to me, Eddie,” he whispered.
“Do you think she went to Heaven, Tony?” he asked.
“I’m sure she did.” He replied, rubbing his arm.
“What does it feel like when you die?” Eddie said.
“You really shouldn’t be thinking about this stuff at your age, Eddie. Most people don’t start thinking about Death until they are well into their twenties. You are just 9 years old.”
“When I get into my twenties, will you tell me, Tony?”
“Yeah, I will,” Tony sighed, “Good Lord willing, we are off of this island by that time.”
Tony stood up and took the boy by the hand then started to lead him away. He felt bad for the little kid, faced with so much death at such a young age. Eddie shouldn’t be on this island. None of them should but they had to maintain their strength if they were going to survive. Eddie held onto his friend’s hand, as he wiped his nose. “I hope God takes care of that woman in Heaven,” the little boy whispered, “I mean, she didn’t have to die. All she wanted to do was take a swim.”
“That’s not funny, Eddie,” Tony said, being a little stern, “That poor woman died when the plane went down.”
“She did?” the little boy blinked, “Then why is she wearing a swimsuit?”
Tony paused. What did Eddie just say? The doctor slowly turned around and rubbing his lips. “McKay . .. .I thought he said, she was wearing yellow panties?”
“Looks all rubbery. Like a swimsuit to me, Tony.”
The blind doctor then stumbled back toward the body. He felt on all fours and felt his way around. He wounded up touching her pale arm first. Tony felt his way down the decaying corpse to her inner thighs. He felt of the area where her panties would have been, grabbing the garment. The blind man gently pulled on the outer string, then slinging it back, making a SNAP sound.
Like a typical elastic swimsuit.
The fiery nerves in Tony’s brain began to super charge. The woman was in the water and she was wearing a swimsuit, meaning she was swimming. She wasn’t a part of their survivor group, cause they’ve all bonded since the beginning. What would be the odds that a woman would wear a bikini bottom on the plane? Slim to nothing. Unless she knew the plane was going down and even then, those were slim odds as well. The only thing that made sense was that this woman survived the crash and felt comfortable to take a swim.
And that could lead to only one logical conclusion.
Tony immediately turned around and began to run up the beach. Eddie grabbed his cane and followed him. The blind man was running as fast as his legs to take him. He couldn’t see where he was going but he didn’t care. He only had to get within shouting distance of his people. “JOHNNNNNN!!!!” Tony screamed.
The archer turned around, seeing his friend running fast toward them. Mia held the blanket in her arms, wondering what was going on. “MIIIAAAAA!!!” Tony screamed to her.
The two lovers looked at each other; wondering why their blind friend wanted to get their attention and attention alone.
“WE’RE NOT ALONE!!” Tony yelled, “THERE ARE OTHER SURVIVORS ON THIS ISLAND!!!”
“What?” exclaimed John.
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