Part 116 : Connections
Down at the beach, the group had made their gathering near the water. It almost felt like a large family making their way toward the beach. They had positioned most of their towels and clean clothes together. Then made their way into the water.
Marita moaned with delight as she sat in front of Yolanda in the water and her friend gently washed her hair. Tony was making sure he getting under his armpits the best he could. Marita gently brushed the shampoo from her eyes and looked at her boyfriend with Eddie standing next to him. She giggled slightly when she realized Eddie was imitating the older man to a tee. Her heart sunk slightly; she knew this was a typical trait of a son and a father. She really did hope they would find the Trascals eventually.
John vigorously brushed his face, getting a much dirt out of his beard as he could. He had hoped to get rid of it, but they only had one razor left and McKay had already claimed it. His Australian friend was sitting where the sand meets the water, shaving. John the felt a rag start to wash his back. “You are filthy, John,” Mia giggled.
“Oh, come one, sweetie, don’t you like your men DIRTY once and a while?” he laughed.
“Not THIS dirty,” she said.
“Mia, I have been meaning to ask you, what do you think of men with beards?”
“They are all right I guess. But I prefer you clean shaven if that is what you are asking.”
“I was. Thanks, Mia. I’ll find a razor ASAP.” He smiled.
“If I spot one, I’ll get it to you as well.”
Kate walked back toward the tents and made her way toward Sawyer’s. The southern man was in his usual spot, reading one of his books. He would occasionally peak up and then looked at the new arrivals cleaning themselves in the ocean water. He was especially eyeballing Shanna, Taylor and Kristy. “Nice view,” he smirked, “Reminds me of Woodstock.”
Kate rolled her eyes, “Do you have any soap, Sawyer?”
Sawyer put down his book and looked up at Kate abruptly, “You want to join them, Kate? And me without my video camera.”
“It’s for them, Sawyer.” She sighed.
“Oh? And what are they offering?”
“They just got here, Sawyer. Can’t you be charitable a least once in your life?”
“Same rules apply to everybody else, Freckles. Even stranded newcomers.” He chuckled to himself, leaning back and started to read his book again.
“Okay then. I’ll let them know, although I don’t know what they would be able to offer.” Kate walked away, cursing him under her breath.
Sawyer just smiled. He wondered if he should start a list on how to get under Kate’s skin. Make a check mark by everything he’s tried and go down the list, trying to figure out new ways to do. The personal joke made him laugh to himself. Then a sight in front of him caught his attention. It was Taylor coming back to her spot, picking up a towel. She then leaned over, and began to try her hair. As she did, her buttocks were in full view of the southern man. He smiled and gently stood up, walking toward her. He then stood about four feet from her, with his hands in his pockets.
Taylor continued to dry her hair, until she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She could feel the presence of someone standing near her. She leaned up and turned around to be greeted by a smiling Sawyer. The redneck grinned from ear to ear at the sight of her rear-end embraced in her pink bikini bottom. Taylor wasn’t stupid; she realized what he was looking at. “Like what you see, stud?” she asked him.
“Very much so,” Taylor said, “It’s been a while since I seen such a fine piece of tail. In fact, I think it’s got my name on it.”
“Is that right?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, it says Sawyer’s Wild Ride,” he chuckled, “Please accept all deliveries in the rear.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Taylor smirked, “I haven’t heard that one before.”
“So what is a lady like yourself doing without a man by your side?”
“Who ever said I didn’t have one?”
Almost as if on queue, McKay walked up. He had just finished shaving, and he had his new hat on his balding head. Sawyer and him stood eye to eye for a few seconds. Neither man gave the other any hint of fear. Taylor smirked, kind of enjoying the fact that two men were fighting over her. She walked over to the Australian, holding his arm. “McKay, allow me to introduce Sawyer.” She smiled, “Resident bikini critic.”
McKay held out his hand, “Barto McKay.”
“Sawyer,” he said, shaking his hand.
The two men squeezed each other’s hand for a few seconds. It was a mild test of the other’s strength. McKay pinched his face at the strength of Sawyer’s grip; likewise for the southern man. Then they slowly parted ways. Taylor gently massaged her boyfriend’s chest. “Well, Sawyer, thank you for the . . compliment but McKay and I are going to go for a walk on the beach,” she said, looking up to him, “Isn’t that right, Hon?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, bending over to retrieve his shirt.
Taylor then turned and started to walk toward the beach. McKay picked up his shirt and his zippo fell out. He picked it back up, putting it in his shirt pocket. The two men continued to exchange silent glares. Sawyer then looked to Taylor in the distance and said, “It’s a shame to see her go but I don’t mind watching her leave.”
“You seem intent on pushing my buttons, Sawyer,” McKay nearly growled, “You want to play with me, you just try it and see what happens.”
“I am curious how that might end up, Paul Hogan,” the redneck grinned.
McKay slowly put on buttoned his shirt and as he turned around, he paused. He turned to face him again. “Sawyer, huh?” he said, “You know, there is an old man in our group that shares your name. He’s a scumbag too.”
Sawyer blinked, “Shares my name?”
“Yeah, his name is Cecil Walker, “McKay pointed down the beach, “His said his nickname is Sawyer. Maybe you should go talk to him? It sounds like you two idiots have a lot in common.”
Sawyer turned in the direction toward the end of the beach. He was so intent on what McKay told him, it didn’t even register that he just insulted him. Down at the beach near one of the encampments was indeed the old man he spoke of. The man called Cecil was talking to some of the older ladies, making them laugh. Even from the distance, he could tell the old man was a smooth talker. The perfect type of man to make his way into a person’s home with a scam and then ruin their lives. He even looked the right age. Sawyer rubbed his fingers through his hair. Could it really be him? He wasn’t sure. He had to think. He had to plan. He HAD to be sure.
He decided to think about it after his mid-morning nap.
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The majority of the group had made their way back to the beach. They found an empty spot by the trees. John and Martin were already working on their shelter, building it from the leftovers of the plane part they did salvage. Tony rested on the ground, with Eddie and Marita near him, going through what they did take with him. The others were nearby too. Mia came over and sat down. She scanned the area for Locke but did not see him. She saw Kate, Sawyer and the others they hadn’t met yet. The black man and his young son were building a raft, piece by piece. She looked to Tony, “Hey, Tony, there is a man down by the beach building a raft.”
“Good luck to him then,” he whispered, “Let’s hope he can make it and bring back help.”
“Well, maybe even the rescue boat might see him.” Yolanda said.
“No, a regular merchant boat would be my guess, if he can make it to the shipping lanes. No, unfortunately, the rescue boat is not coming.”
A few of them paused as they heard the man say that. Kristy blinked, wondering why he would say such a thing. John paused in his making of the shelter, then walked over and kneeled beside his friend. “Tony, are you sure the boat is not coming?” he asked.
“Of course, I have no absolute proof but we’ve been out nearly 30 days,” he commented, “I don’t know any outfit; military, private or otherwise, that would continue a search for a whole month. They just wouldn’t have the resources, nor the money to finance such an operation.”
“You think . . if they haven’t found us by now . .they aren’t going to find us?” asked Marita.
“I am only telling you what I know based on facts in the past,” Tony said, “Let’s hope I am wrong.”
“It’s rare when you are wrong, Tony,” John stood up, “But I thank you for your honesty.”
“Yeah, “Seth sighed, “Thanks for not treating us like idiots, Tony.”
“I never would, my friend.”
Mia slapped her hands, eager to chance the subject. “So, “she sighed, “What do you think about these people?”
“Nice bunch,” Tony smiled, “Kate and Jack have been very helpful. It would seem that they are eager to get to know us. I appreciate Sayid’s intellect, clearly he is a smart man but . . .”
“But what, Tony?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that I have met him somewhere before.”
“You know it’s funny you should mention that, Tony,” Seth said, snapping his fingers, “I, myself, could not the shake the fact that I’ve met KATE before.”
“Are you sure, Seth?” asked Mia.
“Yeah, I’m certain I’ve seen her face before! I just can’t picture where it was.”
Natasha slowly moved the towel away from her head as she paused in her drying. She had overheard the conversations between Seth and Tony about the possibility that they had seen some of these people before. She kept it to herself that she had also had the same feeling about another person. Natasha wasn’t ready to say anything; let alone for John to find out.
She’s hoped she’d find some private time with Sawyer and hope their conversation could jog her memory.
Marita moaned with delight as she sat in front of Yolanda in the water and her friend gently washed her hair. Tony was making sure he getting under his armpits the best he could. Marita gently brushed the shampoo from her eyes and looked at her boyfriend with Eddie standing next to him. She giggled slightly when she realized Eddie was imitating the older man to a tee. Her heart sunk slightly; she knew this was a typical trait of a son and a father. She really did hope they would find the Trascals eventually.
John vigorously brushed his face, getting a much dirt out of his beard as he could. He had hoped to get rid of it, but they only had one razor left and McKay had already claimed it. His Australian friend was sitting where the sand meets the water, shaving. John the felt a rag start to wash his back. “You are filthy, John,” Mia giggled.
“Oh, come one, sweetie, don’t you like your men DIRTY once and a while?” he laughed.
“Not THIS dirty,” she said.
“Mia, I have been meaning to ask you, what do you think of men with beards?”
“They are all right I guess. But I prefer you clean shaven if that is what you are asking.”
“I was. Thanks, Mia. I’ll find a razor ASAP.” He smiled.
“If I spot one, I’ll get it to you as well.”
Kate walked back toward the tents and made her way toward Sawyer’s. The southern man was in his usual spot, reading one of his books. He would occasionally peak up and then looked at the new arrivals cleaning themselves in the ocean water. He was especially eyeballing Shanna, Taylor and Kristy. “Nice view,” he smirked, “Reminds me of Woodstock.”
Kate rolled her eyes, “Do you have any soap, Sawyer?”
Sawyer put down his book and looked up at Kate abruptly, “You want to join them, Kate? And me without my video camera.”
“It’s for them, Sawyer.” She sighed.
“Oh? And what are they offering?”
“They just got here, Sawyer. Can’t you be charitable a least once in your life?”
“Same rules apply to everybody else, Freckles. Even stranded newcomers.” He chuckled to himself, leaning back and started to read his book again.
“Okay then. I’ll let them know, although I don’t know what they would be able to offer.” Kate walked away, cursing him under her breath.
Sawyer just smiled. He wondered if he should start a list on how to get under Kate’s skin. Make a check mark by everything he’s tried and go down the list, trying to figure out new ways to do. The personal joke made him laugh to himself. Then a sight in front of him caught his attention. It was Taylor coming back to her spot, picking up a towel. She then leaned over, and began to try her hair. As she did, her buttocks were in full view of the southern man. He smiled and gently stood up, walking toward her. He then stood about four feet from her, with his hands in his pockets.
Taylor continued to dry her hair, until she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She could feel the presence of someone standing near her. She leaned up and turned around to be greeted by a smiling Sawyer. The redneck grinned from ear to ear at the sight of her rear-end embraced in her pink bikini bottom. Taylor wasn’t stupid; she realized what he was looking at. “Like what you see, stud?” she asked him.
“Very much so,” Taylor said, “It’s been a while since I seen such a fine piece of tail. In fact, I think it’s got my name on it.”
“Is that right?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, it says Sawyer’s Wild Ride,” he chuckled, “Please accept all deliveries in the rear.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Taylor smirked, “I haven’t heard that one before.”
“So what is a lady like yourself doing without a man by your side?”
“Who ever said I didn’t have one?”
Almost as if on queue, McKay walked up. He had just finished shaving, and he had his new hat on his balding head. Sawyer and him stood eye to eye for a few seconds. Neither man gave the other any hint of fear. Taylor smirked, kind of enjoying the fact that two men were fighting over her. She walked over to the Australian, holding his arm. “McKay, allow me to introduce Sawyer.” She smiled, “Resident bikini critic.”
McKay held out his hand, “Barto McKay.”
“Sawyer,” he said, shaking his hand.
The two men squeezed each other’s hand for a few seconds. It was a mild test of the other’s strength. McKay pinched his face at the strength of Sawyer’s grip; likewise for the southern man. Then they slowly parted ways. Taylor gently massaged her boyfriend’s chest. “Well, Sawyer, thank you for the . . compliment but McKay and I are going to go for a walk on the beach,” she said, looking up to him, “Isn’t that right, Hon?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, bending over to retrieve his shirt.
Taylor then turned and started to walk toward the beach. McKay picked up his shirt and his zippo fell out. He picked it back up, putting it in his shirt pocket. The two men continued to exchange silent glares. Sawyer then looked to Taylor in the distance and said, “It’s a shame to see her go but I don’t mind watching her leave.”
“You seem intent on pushing my buttons, Sawyer,” McKay nearly growled, “You want to play with me, you just try it and see what happens.”
“I am curious how that might end up, Paul Hogan,” the redneck grinned.
McKay slowly put on buttoned his shirt and as he turned around, he paused. He turned to face him again. “Sawyer, huh?” he said, “You know, there is an old man in our group that shares your name. He’s a scumbag too.”
Sawyer blinked, “Shares my name?”
“Yeah, his name is Cecil Walker, “McKay pointed down the beach, “His said his nickname is Sawyer. Maybe you should go talk to him? It sounds like you two idiots have a lot in common.”
Sawyer turned in the direction toward the end of the beach. He was so intent on what McKay told him, it didn’t even register that he just insulted him. Down at the beach near one of the encampments was indeed the old man he spoke of. The man called Cecil was talking to some of the older ladies, making them laugh. Even from the distance, he could tell the old man was a smooth talker. The perfect type of man to make his way into a person’s home with a scam and then ruin their lives. He even looked the right age. Sawyer rubbed his fingers through his hair. Could it really be him? He wasn’t sure. He had to think. He had to plan. He HAD to be sure.
He decided to think about it after his mid-morning nap.
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The majority of the group had made their way back to the beach. They found an empty spot by the trees. John and Martin were already working on their shelter, building it from the leftovers of the plane part they did salvage. Tony rested on the ground, with Eddie and Marita near him, going through what they did take with him. The others were nearby too. Mia came over and sat down. She scanned the area for Locke but did not see him. She saw Kate, Sawyer and the others they hadn’t met yet. The black man and his young son were building a raft, piece by piece. She looked to Tony, “Hey, Tony, there is a man down by the beach building a raft.”
“Good luck to him then,” he whispered, “Let’s hope he can make it and bring back help.”
“Well, maybe even the rescue boat might see him.” Yolanda said.
“No, a regular merchant boat would be my guess, if he can make it to the shipping lanes. No, unfortunately, the rescue boat is not coming.”
A few of them paused as they heard the man say that. Kristy blinked, wondering why he would say such a thing. John paused in his making of the shelter, then walked over and kneeled beside his friend. “Tony, are you sure the boat is not coming?” he asked.
“Of course, I have no absolute proof but we’ve been out nearly 30 days,” he commented, “I don’t know any outfit; military, private or otherwise, that would continue a search for a whole month. They just wouldn’t have the resources, nor the money to finance such an operation.”
“You think . . if they haven’t found us by now . .they aren’t going to find us?” asked Marita.
“I am only telling you what I know based on facts in the past,” Tony said, “Let’s hope I am wrong.”
“It’s rare when you are wrong, Tony,” John stood up, “But I thank you for your honesty.”
“Yeah, “Seth sighed, “Thanks for not treating us like idiots, Tony.”
“I never would, my friend.”
Mia slapped her hands, eager to chance the subject. “So, “she sighed, “What do you think about these people?”
“Nice bunch,” Tony smiled, “Kate and Jack have been very helpful. It would seem that they are eager to get to know us. I appreciate Sayid’s intellect, clearly he is a smart man but . . .”
“But what, Tony?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that I have met him somewhere before.”
“You know it’s funny you should mention that, Tony,” Seth said, snapping his fingers, “I, myself, could not the shake the fact that I’ve met KATE before.”
“Are you sure, Seth?” asked Mia.
“Yeah, I’m certain I’ve seen her face before! I just can’t picture where it was.”
Natasha slowly moved the towel away from her head as she paused in her drying. She had overheard the conversations between Seth and Tony about the possibility that they had seen some of these people before. She kept it to herself that she had also had the same feeling about another person. Natasha wasn’t ready to say anything; let alone for John to find out.
She’s hoped she’d find some private time with Sawyer and hope their conversation could jog her memory.
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