Part 145: Rantings
Tony and John were sitting on the beach together. Tony was just enjoying the ocean breeze that caressed over him. John was borrowing McKay’s machine and doing his best to make him some arrows. The wood that he managed to find was not all that good at becoming swift arrows. Out of a batch of 12, he only managed to make 3. It wasn’t good odds. Shanna then came over to Marita and asked her something. The Latina then came over to her man, placing her hand down on his shoulder. “Tony, are we done with the Trivia Calendar?” she asked.
“Sure,” He smiled, “To whoever wants it.”
Marita picked up the calendar and gave it to Shanna. She then ran off into the beach with the new item. John whittled away at his arrows. Eddie came over and gave Tony a bottle of water. He thanked him for it, and sipped away. “Any luck?” he asked John.
“Not much,” he grunted, continuing to whittle.
“Keep it at it, you never know when the solution will present itself.” The blind doctor smiled, then turned his head toward the right.
“What will you do when you get back, Tony?” John asked.
“Have a tall glass of Coke with ice piled to the rim. I intend to also have a big juice hamburger with fries golden brown. Then I will probably have an ice cream sundae to finish it off. Then I will probably repeat that for about 8 days before I start eating normal food again.”
“Amen, brother,” the archer chuckled, “I’ll be joining you.”
“What is it you . ..wish to do when you get back, John?” Tony said, looking to the right again.
“I suppose the food I want the most is a pizza. Other than that, a simple bed would be nice.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Tony sighed, looking to the right again, “A comfortable mattress. That would be like manna from Heaven.”
“Yeah, I will probably have to visit Ramon’s sister. She deserves the gold medal he won.”
“I will also . . speak to my mom,” Tony said, looking to the right, “I hope to God she is still alive by . .the time . .I get home . .for her sake . .WHAT THE HELL . .are they arguing about??”
John then looked the right, seeing what Tony was technically hearing. In the distance was Hurley, Seth and Charlie. All three of the young men were arguing heavily, to the point where Seth was pointing his finger directly at Charlie’s face and the short musician was accusing his new band mate of spitting on his nose. Even Hurley, who didn’t seem to have a problem with anybody, was also having his voice raised. John slowly put the arrows down. “I’ll go check on them.” He told Tony.
“Tell them to calm down, or find out what has got them so upset.” The blind doctor told him.
The archer brushed the wood shavings off his tank-top and walked to the three men, he definitely considered friends. As he got closer he was starting to hear their conversation which they spoke had high volumes. “You are the daftest person I have met!” Charlie screamed in Seth’s face.
“And you are the dumbest! I can’t believe you would side with Hurley on this.” Seth grunted at him.
“Dude, you have to realize the raw power behind the situation.” The large man said calmly.
“Raw Power doesn’t mean JACK to modern technology, Hurley!” the young bookstore worker screamed at him.
“GUYS!!!!” John screamed at them.
The three friends then stopped their discussion when they saw the archer was staring at them. John stared at them in disbelief, holding his hands out. “Is this something we should ALL be discussing?” he asked.
The three went silent. Hurley put his hands into his pants pocket, looked down and moved the sand with his foot. Seth scratched the back of his head looking at Charlie and then the musician just covered his mouth with the cup of his hand. “Well?” John repeated, “Guys?”
“It’s not that big a deal, John,” Charlie said.
“Yeah, dude, not a big deal at all.” Hurley agreed.
“It SOUNDED like it was,” the archer pointed out.
“No, really, John . . “ Seth said, holding his hands out, “It’s was just . . .a lively discussion about . . .”
The three friends looked at each other. They all seemed to show on their faces that perhaps their argument could be settled by bringing in someone else. John waited for a response. Seth clapped his hands and looked at him. “John, in a knock down drag out fight between MechaGodzilla and Godzilla, who would win?”
John froze. He normally would have laughed but the question was so stupid, he forgot too. He was expecting a punch-line but he didn’t get one. Charlie, Seth and Hurley stared at him, in all complete serious curiosity, waiting for an answer. The archer shook his head in near confusion. “That?” he stammered, “That is what you’ve been arguing about for the past ten minutes?”
The three continued to stare at him, waiting for their answer. John sighed. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to believe the three friends had spent WAY too much time on the island. He slowly raised his head and looked at them. “Does MechaGodzilla’s lasers work?” he asked.
“NO!” the three men said in unison
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Sawyer rocked back and forth in his tent. He was certain the man who destroyed his family was Cecil; he was very certain of that. A few details didn’t fit but everything else pointed to the right place. The old man even remembered the name of his mother! It could all be coincidence. It could be happenstance that he was in Tennessee during the time of the tradegy, and he may have simply pulled his mother’s name from the air. He might have been talking about someone named Linda for all he knew! Sawyer closed his eyes and slammed his fists into his face. What would he know to be sure it was Cecil? He didn’t want to kill another man by mistake. “Hello there?” Shanna said.
Sawyer looked up. The thoughts of killing Cecil were quickly washed away by the sight of Shanna’s pale legs. The southern man looked at her and smiled, “Howdy.”
“I heard you’re the barter man, around here.” The redhead smiled.
Sawyer stood up, “If it’s something you need, Red, perhaps I do have it.”
“Well, I . .uh . .also heard you read a lot.” Shanna said, noticing the man was getting closer to her.
“That’s true. Not much left on this island to but read and . . .enjoy the scenery.” He smiled.
“I like to read too. I was coming to offer you this desk calendar.”
In that brief second, the one thing that could interrupt Sawyer from approaching a woman is the relief of his boredom. “What kinda desktop calendar?” he asked, looking down on it.
“It’s a Trivia Calendar. Lots of interesting things in there.” She handed it to him.
Sawyer breezed through the first three pages, then stopped on the fourth one. Shanna could tell by his eyes, he was actually reading it. He then flipped the page to look at the answer. “I did not know that.” He whispered.
“So, do we have a trade?” she smiled.
“Sure thing, Red,” he said, turning around, “What do you want to read?”
“What do you have?”
“Few magazines, few Playboys, which I am sure you’d actually read. How about . .Watership Down?”
“Okay,” she said, taking the strange folded book, “I know the story but never read the book. Thank you.”
“You are most welcome, “ Sawyer said, approaching her, “Now if you are ever in the need for repeat business, then I’ll be around.”
“What kinda business?” she said, raised eyebrows.
Sawyer stepped even closer to her. The redhead held the book close to her chest, acting like a shield between her and the southern man. He took a whiff of her hair, and smiled. “Darlin, how is it you smell like Vanilla?” he asked.
“It’s the . . .skin . .creme I . .am using.” Shanna found it difficult to talk.
“Vanilla?” Sawyer grinned, “That’s my favorite flavor.”
“Shanna?” Kate said.
Sawyer and Shanna then turned abruptly to see the brunette standing at the doorway to the tent. She had her arms crossed, resting on one leg. She smiled at the redhead politely. “If your trade session is done here, Shanna, “ Kate said, “I think Mia wanted to see you.”
“OH!” Shanna said, “Yes, she . .uh . .wanted to discuss some . . .stuff. I’ll go . .uh . .Bye, Sawyer.”
Sawyer was about to say something but the redhead quickly ducked out of the tent. As she past by Kate, she whispered a quick and silent Thank You. Kate just smiled, as she left. The brunette then looked to the southern man, who just snapped his fingers and slapped his palms together in frustration. “That’s the second time you have interrupted me.” He pointed out.
“You make a move toward Natasha, you badger McKay about Taylor, “ Kate stared at him, “Now you just put your moves on Shanna? A brunette, a blonde and a redhead? Are you going for a Hat-Trick, Sawyer?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He said with a big grin.
“Oh, please,” Kate grinned, amused.
“Hat-Trick,” the redneck sat down on the sand, “That’s a good one, Freckles. It’s also the pot calling the kettle black.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You came after the doc and the bad boy. Now that the surf-boy comes along and you can’t just wait to share time with him.”
“Surf . . .wait, are you talking about Seth?” Kate stammered.
“Never figured you for the younger meat. Guess it takes all kinds,” Sawyer sneered.
“You saw us at the rock wall?” she asked.
“Yeah, I did. Seemed real cozy.”
“That was just . .it wasn’t what you think. He was helping me through a rough time.” Kate pointed out.
“Oh, is that what you call it?” Sawyer said sarcastically.
Kate squenched up her lips and looked at him. She then poked her head into the tent, leaning toward the southern man’s face. “At least he has seen more than you ever will.” She glared.
Kate turned around and walked away. Sawyer watched the woman walk away, squinting his eyes. Did she just imply that Seth got a peep-show from her? Or that she let him? The redneck stood up, looking at the brunette. “WHAT DA HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” he yelled at her, demanding.
Kate said nothing. She just kept walking, smiling gleefully that she got one up on the southern man.
“Sure,” He smiled, “To whoever wants it.”
Marita picked up the calendar and gave it to Shanna. She then ran off into the beach with the new item. John whittled away at his arrows. Eddie came over and gave Tony a bottle of water. He thanked him for it, and sipped away. “Any luck?” he asked John.
“Not much,” he grunted, continuing to whittle.
“Keep it at it, you never know when the solution will present itself.” The blind doctor smiled, then turned his head toward the right.
“What will you do when you get back, Tony?” John asked.
“Have a tall glass of Coke with ice piled to the rim. I intend to also have a big juice hamburger with fries golden brown. Then I will probably have an ice cream sundae to finish it off. Then I will probably repeat that for about 8 days before I start eating normal food again.”
“Amen, brother,” the archer chuckled, “I’ll be joining you.”
“What is it you . ..wish to do when you get back, John?” Tony said, looking to the right again.
“I suppose the food I want the most is a pizza. Other than that, a simple bed would be nice.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Tony sighed, looking to the right again, “A comfortable mattress. That would be like manna from Heaven.”
“Yeah, I will probably have to visit Ramon’s sister. She deserves the gold medal he won.”
“I will also . . speak to my mom,” Tony said, looking to the right, “I hope to God she is still alive by . .the time . .I get home . .for her sake . .WHAT THE HELL . .are they arguing about??”
John then looked the right, seeing what Tony was technically hearing. In the distance was Hurley, Seth and Charlie. All three of the young men were arguing heavily, to the point where Seth was pointing his finger directly at Charlie’s face and the short musician was accusing his new band mate of spitting on his nose. Even Hurley, who didn’t seem to have a problem with anybody, was also having his voice raised. John slowly put the arrows down. “I’ll go check on them.” He told Tony.
“Tell them to calm down, or find out what has got them so upset.” The blind doctor told him.
The archer brushed the wood shavings off his tank-top and walked to the three men, he definitely considered friends. As he got closer he was starting to hear their conversation which they spoke had high volumes. “You are the daftest person I have met!” Charlie screamed in Seth’s face.
“And you are the dumbest! I can’t believe you would side with Hurley on this.” Seth grunted at him.
“Dude, you have to realize the raw power behind the situation.” The large man said calmly.
“Raw Power doesn’t mean JACK to modern technology, Hurley!” the young bookstore worker screamed at him.
“GUYS!!!!” John screamed at them.
The three friends then stopped their discussion when they saw the archer was staring at them. John stared at them in disbelief, holding his hands out. “Is this something we should ALL be discussing?” he asked.
The three went silent. Hurley put his hands into his pants pocket, looked down and moved the sand with his foot. Seth scratched the back of his head looking at Charlie and then the musician just covered his mouth with the cup of his hand. “Well?” John repeated, “Guys?”
“It’s not that big a deal, John,” Charlie said.
“Yeah, dude, not a big deal at all.” Hurley agreed.
“It SOUNDED like it was,” the archer pointed out.
“No, really, John . . “ Seth said, holding his hands out, “It’s was just . . .a lively discussion about . . .”
The three friends looked at each other. They all seemed to show on their faces that perhaps their argument could be settled by bringing in someone else. John waited for a response. Seth clapped his hands and looked at him. “John, in a knock down drag out fight between MechaGodzilla and Godzilla, who would win?”
John froze. He normally would have laughed but the question was so stupid, he forgot too. He was expecting a punch-line but he didn’t get one. Charlie, Seth and Hurley stared at him, in all complete serious curiosity, waiting for an answer. The archer shook his head in near confusion. “That?” he stammered, “That is what you’ve been arguing about for the past ten minutes?”
The three continued to stare at him, waiting for their answer. John sighed. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to believe the three friends had spent WAY too much time on the island. He slowly raised his head and looked at them. “Does MechaGodzilla’s lasers work?” he asked.
“NO!” the three men said in unison
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Sawyer rocked back and forth in his tent. He was certain the man who destroyed his family was Cecil; he was very certain of that. A few details didn’t fit but everything else pointed to the right place. The old man even remembered the name of his mother! It could all be coincidence. It could be happenstance that he was in Tennessee during the time of the tradegy, and he may have simply pulled his mother’s name from the air. He might have been talking about someone named Linda for all he knew! Sawyer closed his eyes and slammed his fists into his face. What would he know to be sure it was Cecil? He didn’t want to kill another man by mistake. “Hello there?” Shanna said.
Sawyer looked up. The thoughts of killing Cecil were quickly washed away by the sight of Shanna’s pale legs. The southern man looked at her and smiled, “Howdy.”
“I heard you’re the barter man, around here.” The redhead smiled.
Sawyer stood up, “If it’s something you need, Red, perhaps I do have it.”
“Well, I . .uh . .also heard you read a lot.” Shanna said, noticing the man was getting closer to her.
“That’s true. Not much left on this island to but read and . . .enjoy the scenery.” He smiled.
“I like to read too. I was coming to offer you this desk calendar.”
In that brief second, the one thing that could interrupt Sawyer from approaching a woman is the relief of his boredom. “What kinda desktop calendar?” he asked, looking down on it.
“It’s a Trivia Calendar. Lots of interesting things in there.” She handed it to him.
Sawyer breezed through the first three pages, then stopped on the fourth one. Shanna could tell by his eyes, he was actually reading it. He then flipped the page to look at the answer. “I did not know that.” He whispered.
“So, do we have a trade?” she smiled.
“Sure thing, Red,” he said, turning around, “What do you want to read?”
“What do you have?”
“Few magazines, few Playboys, which I am sure you’d actually read. How about . .Watership Down?”
“Okay,” she said, taking the strange folded book, “I know the story but never read the book. Thank you.”
“You are most welcome, “ Sawyer said, approaching her, “Now if you are ever in the need for repeat business, then I’ll be around.”
“What kinda business?” she said, raised eyebrows.
Sawyer stepped even closer to her. The redhead held the book close to her chest, acting like a shield between her and the southern man. He took a whiff of her hair, and smiled. “Darlin, how is it you smell like Vanilla?” he asked.
“It’s the . . .skin . .creme I . .am using.” Shanna found it difficult to talk.
“Vanilla?” Sawyer grinned, “That’s my favorite flavor.”
“Shanna?” Kate said.
Sawyer and Shanna then turned abruptly to see the brunette standing at the doorway to the tent. She had her arms crossed, resting on one leg. She smiled at the redhead politely. “If your trade session is done here, Shanna, “ Kate said, “I think Mia wanted to see you.”
“OH!” Shanna said, “Yes, she . .uh . .wanted to discuss some . . .stuff. I’ll go . .uh . .Bye, Sawyer.”
Sawyer was about to say something but the redhead quickly ducked out of the tent. As she past by Kate, she whispered a quick and silent Thank You. Kate just smiled, as she left. The brunette then looked to the southern man, who just snapped his fingers and slapped his palms together in frustration. “That’s the second time you have interrupted me.” He pointed out.
“You make a move toward Natasha, you badger McKay about Taylor, “ Kate stared at him, “Now you just put your moves on Shanna? A brunette, a blonde and a redhead? Are you going for a Hat-Trick, Sawyer?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He said with a big grin.
“Oh, please,” Kate grinned, amused.
“Hat-Trick,” the redneck sat down on the sand, “That’s a good one, Freckles. It’s also the pot calling the kettle black.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You came after the doc and the bad boy. Now that the surf-boy comes along and you can’t just wait to share time with him.”
“Surf . . .wait, are you talking about Seth?” Kate stammered.
“Never figured you for the younger meat. Guess it takes all kinds,” Sawyer sneered.
“You saw us at the rock wall?” she asked.
“Yeah, I did. Seemed real cozy.”
“That was just . .it wasn’t what you think. He was helping me through a rough time.” Kate pointed out.
“Oh, is that what you call it?” Sawyer said sarcastically.
Kate squenched up her lips and looked at him. She then poked her head into the tent, leaning toward the southern man’s face. “At least he has seen more than you ever will.” She glared.
Kate turned around and walked away. Sawyer watched the woman walk away, squinting his eyes. Did she just imply that Seth got a peep-show from her? Or that she let him? The redneck stood up, looking at the brunette. “WHAT DA HELL DOES THAT MEAN?” he yelled at her, demanding.
Kate said nothing. She just kept walking, smiling gleefully that she got one up on the southern man.
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