Part 144: Day 33
The new day crest over the island. Most of the survivors were up at the break of dawn. The new trend was simply conversation. Most survivors past the time away by talking to their neighbors. It was the only form of entertainment and as a result, they got to know each other as well. Even since the Jin incident, the other survivors wanted to be more trusting.
Micheal and his worker crew had been working on the boat since dawn. They were taking a break, all except Jin. He was still chopping away at the bamboo nearly all morning. Micheal just smirked, seeing how this man and he were at odds yesterday. At the moment, they had banded together to build a raft to get off the island. The same could almost be said about McKay and Sawyer. The two men sat under a tree, sipping water. The wind blew against them. The southern man used his shirt to wipe his sweat, as he tried to cool down. McKay fanned himself with his safari hat. “What did you do back in the real world, McKay?” Sawyer asked.
“I was an outback guide. Before that, a teacher.” He sighed.
“What kinda teacher?”
“English,” he told him.
“No crap?” the southern man laughed, “Why did you leave, you got involved with a piece of tail?”
“Yeah,” McKay immediately replied.
“I was joking.” Sawyer retorted.
“I wasn’t.” the Australian said in all seriousness.
The southern man turned around, “What happened? She leave you?”
“Yeah, something like that. I should have known it wouldn’t last but I was naïve back then.” He sighed.
“Well, it means anything, I kinda like you better now.” Sawyer said.
McKay turned to look at him. “Two days ago, you wanted to break my neck.”
“And you didn’t back down, “ Sawyer confessed,” I respect that.”
McKay smiled. It was a side of Sawyer he didn’t see when he first met him. The side that seem to need friends, despite his brandish attitude. The Australian respected him too; it was big of him to join him yesterday to help build the raft. “You know something?” he smiled, “It might be interesting . .to be your friend.”
“I don’t keep friends for long.” The southern man confessed.
“Maybe that is your whole problem.” McKay chuckled, “if you had someone to kick you in the ass to show restraint every once and a while, you wouldn’t get in trouble.”
“Only trouble I ever been in involved women,” he laughed.
The two men began to laugh at their mutual joke. Micheal smirked, never believed that Sawyer would be laughing with anyone. As the two men laughed, the old man Cecil walked up to them. He was looking at the progress they were making on the raft. “Good job, boys,” he said.
“Top of the morning to you, Cecil,” McKay said, one eye closed, “Have heard nor seen much of you since we got here.”
“That’s cause I been busy,” he said, “Busy with Lea.”
“Lea?” Micheal asked.
“You’ve been sharing time with that broad?” Sawyer said in disbelief.
“She’s lonely, I’m lonely. We found each other . .in the bed,” he laughed, as if it was a massive joke.
“Whoever this Lea is, she must be desperate.” McKay grunted.
“She’s an older lady,” Sawyer smirked, “her and the old man must have something in common.”
“Oh, yes,” Cecil said, sitting down, “It’s good to know, I can still get it up after all these years.”
“I guess that proves the sun still shines on a dog’s ass some days.” McKay laughed.
The four men laughed at the joke the Australian made. Jin was curious why they weren’t working. Since he couldn’t ask them, he ignored them and continued to work. Sawyer put his shirt back on, rubbing his sweaty hair. “Did you ever break any hearts, Cecil?” he asked.
“Once or twice,” Cecil coughed a little, “When you were talking about Tennessee the other day, I was thinking about the women I met there. One was a real peach.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sawyer raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, she wore some very short shorts when I met her. We had a fun time in a Motel 6. Her old man was gullible as hell. I wish I could remember her name.”
The southern man gritted his teeth, “What makes you think her husband was gullible?”
“Cause he was able to give me his car, for free!” Cecil laughed, then scratched his head, “I wish I could remember her name. I know it started with an L. Linda? Lily? Lisa? Leanna?”
“Is this why you hooked up with Lea?” McKay laughed, “Feeling nostalgic for the old days?”
“Yeah, but those were some days, boys!”
Everyone laughed again. It was like a group of soldiers gathered together to discuss fun times and past relations. Sawyer wasn’t laughing much; he just smiled. After hearing what Cecil said, he had to restrain himself from running over and strangling him. He slowly got to his feet, brushing the sand off his blue jeans. “I need to get something,” he said reluctantly, “I’ll be right back.”
Sawyer walked away as the men continued their conversations. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms. He didn’t remember if his father lost his car or not, because he was only 9 at the time. But there were other things he was never going to forget.
His mother’s name was Lily.
Micheal and his worker crew had been working on the boat since dawn. They were taking a break, all except Jin. He was still chopping away at the bamboo nearly all morning. Micheal just smirked, seeing how this man and he were at odds yesterday. At the moment, they had banded together to build a raft to get off the island. The same could almost be said about McKay and Sawyer. The two men sat under a tree, sipping water. The wind blew against them. The southern man used his shirt to wipe his sweat, as he tried to cool down. McKay fanned himself with his safari hat. “What did you do back in the real world, McKay?” Sawyer asked.
“I was an outback guide. Before that, a teacher.” He sighed.
“What kinda teacher?”
“English,” he told him.
“No crap?” the southern man laughed, “Why did you leave, you got involved with a piece of tail?”
“Yeah,” McKay immediately replied.
“I was joking.” Sawyer retorted.
“I wasn’t.” the Australian said in all seriousness.
The southern man turned around, “What happened? She leave you?”
“Yeah, something like that. I should have known it wouldn’t last but I was naïve back then.” He sighed.
“Well, it means anything, I kinda like you better now.” Sawyer said.
McKay turned to look at him. “Two days ago, you wanted to break my neck.”
“And you didn’t back down, “ Sawyer confessed,” I respect that.”
McKay smiled. It was a side of Sawyer he didn’t see when he first met him. The side that seem to need friends, despite his brandish attitude. The Australian respected him too; it was big of him to join him yesterday to help build the raft. “You know something?” he smiled, “It might be interesting . .to be your friend.”
“I don’t keep friends for long.” The southern man confessed.
“Maybe that is your whole problem.” McKay chuckled, “if you had someone to kick you in the ass to show restraint every once and a while, you wouldn’t get in trouble.”
“Only trouble I ever been in involved women,” he laughed.
The two men began to laugh at their mutual joke. Micheal smirked, never believed that Sawyer would be laughing with anyone. As the two men laughed, the old man Cecil walked up to them. He was looking at the progress they were making on the raft. “Good job, boys,” he said.
“Top of the morning to you, Cecil,” McKay said, one eye closed, “Have heard nor seen much of you since we got here.”
“That’s cause I been busy,” he said, “Busy with Lea.”
“Lea?” Micheal asked.
“You’ve been sharing time with that broad?” Sawyer said in disbelief.
“She’s lonely, I’m lonely. We found each other . .in the bed,” he laughed, as if it was a massive joke.
“Whoever this Lea is, she must be desperate.” McKay grunted.
“She’s an older lady,” Sawyer smirked, “her and the old man must have something in common.”
“Oh, yes,” Cecil said, sitting down, “It’s good to know, I can still get it up after all these years.”
“I guess that proves the sun still shines on a dog’s ass some days.” McKay laughed.
The four men laughed at the joke the Australian made. Jin was curious why they weren’t working. Since he couldn’t ask them, he ignored them and continued to work. Sawyer put his shirt back on, rubbing his sweaty hair. “Did you ever break any hearts, Cecil?” he asked.
“Once or twice,” Cecil coughed a little, “When you were talking about Tennessee the other day, I was thinking about the women I met there. One was a real peach.”
“Oh, yeah?” Sawyer raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, she wore some very short shorts when I met her. We had a fun time in a Motel 6. Her old man was gullible as hell. I wish I could remember her name.”
The southern man gritted his teeth, “What makes you think her husband was gullible?”
“Cause he was able to give me his car, for free!” Cecil laughed, then scratched his head, “I wish I could remember her name. I know it started with an L. Linda? Lily? Lisa? Leanna?”
“Is this why you hooked up with Lea?” McKay laughed, “Feeling nostalgic for the old days?”
“Yeah, but those were some days, boys!”
Everyone laughed again. It was like a group of soldiers gathered together to discuss fun times and past relations. Sawyer wasn’t laughing much; he just smiled. After hearing what Cecil said, he had to restrain himself from running over and strangling him. He slowly got to his feet, brushing the sand off his blue jeans. “I need to get something,” he said reluctantly, “I’ll be right back.”
Sawyer walked away as the men continued their conversations. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly dug into his palms. He didn’t remember if his father lost his car or not, because he was only 9 at the time. But there were other things he was never going to forget.
His mother’s name was Lily.
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