Part 154 : Day 36
Mia opened her eyes. Her neck hurt slightly, due to her using John’s arm as a pillow. The ocean crashed against the shores gently. The sun was starting to creep up over the horizon. Mia wondered if she would ever get used to losing sights like this when she ever gets off the island. “Psst. Mia.” Someone said behind her.
She turned her head and saw Locke standing in the jungle. He motioned for her to follow. The Lakota girl gently moved John’s arm out of the way. She yawned, gently standing up and grabbing her pack. As she walked past her friends, she saw Locke in the distance. He was gently waking up Boone. The young man slowly stirred awake and got up. He leaned down to kiss Mandy on the forehead and then followed Locke into the jungle. Within seconds, Mia caught up with them.
After their walk into the jungle, they had arrived at the hatch. The two people started to get prepped for building the trebuchet. Locke walked over to an area in his dream where he saw the falling plane. He looked at them and then turned around toward the area of the Beachcraft’s decent. “I had a dream last night. I asked for a sign and then I saw a plane crash, a Beechcraft right out there.,” the bald man pointed in the distance,” It was a dream, but it was the most real thing I've ever experienced. I know where to go now.”
Mia froze. “You had a dream like that, Locke?” she asked, thinking of her own experience.
“Yes, I did.” He confessed.
“I don’t get it, “ Boone grunted, “Go for what?”
“To find what we need to open this bastard up.” He pointed.
“Have you been using that wacky paste stuff that made me see my sister get eaten?” Boone asked.
“No, no,” the older man laughed.
“Because, John, I have to tell you, Signs and dreams. . . “ the young man sighed.
“Is it so hard to believe, Boone?” Mia grunted, “I’ve had dreams too.”
“Mia, I am beginning to believe you are smoking the same crap he is.”
“Who is Theresa?” Locke asked.
Boone then stopped talking. He stared at the older man, not sure of what he just said. “What?” he chocked.
“Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs. You were saying that in the dream.” The older man pointed out.
Boone wasn’t moving. Mia looked at him; and for the first time, the young man seemed alarmed. He was faced with the unknown and he wasn’t sure how to react to it. “How would you know such a thing?”
“I don’t know, Boone,” Locke confessed, “but we're supposed to go to this place. We're supposed to find that plane. Will you come with me?”
Boone immediately shook his head in agreement. Locke looked toward the young Lakota girl next. “Mia?” he whispered.
“Yes, absolutely,” she agreed without hesitation.
Another hour past and the three friends continued on. Boone was picking up the rear and Mia stayed with Locke. The older man grunted through every move. The young girl was worried his legs were hurting him. It almost seemed that something wasn’t right. Like his condition was getting worse. “Are you all right?” she whispered.
“I am fine.” He whispered.
“Locke, I was meaning to ask you . . you said you saw Boone in your dream. Did you see me too?”
“I did.”
“What was I doing?”
“You looking defeated. But then you froze and started repeating a sentence over and over again.”
“What was I saying?” Mia asked.
“I will choose my own fate.” Locke said coldly.
Mia was flabbergasted. Yesterday she was discussing with Seth and Shanna that she was going to choose her own fate. Then Locke had a dream where she was saying the same thing. It even disturbed her further that he mentioned Boone’s phrase in his dream, she remembered it was the same phrase he spoke in her dream. Mia gently touched the older man’s arm. “Are you half Indian, sir?” she asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” he chuckled.
“The only reason I ask is cause I don’t believe you had a dream; you had a vision.”
“Possibly,” Locke whispered, “I just don’t yet know why.”
“I could have mentioned her name out by the hatch one day.” Boone piped in.
“Who?” Mia asked.
“Theresa.”
“Maybe, but you didn’t,” the Lakota girl said.
“I was talking to myself probably,” he grunted.
“When one talks to one’s self, it’s a nature instinct of thinking out loud. Do you think out loud a lot, Boone?”
“I don’t know.”
“No,” Mia sighed, “You WOULD know.”
“Okay, well, John, you said you saw a plane crash, right?” Boone pointed out.
“Yes,” the bald man said.
“Okay, the fact that we were all just in a plane crash; you didn't think for one second-“
Locke grunted as he immediately fell over. He braced himself as easily as he could but his palms were hurt on the hard ground. Mia and Boone quickly rushed to help him but he shoved them away. He grunted getting up on his feet. “Are you all right?” Boone asked.
“I’m fine,” he huffed.
“What’s wrong with your leg?” he asked again.
“I said I am fine.” Locke was getting upset, then he paused.
He slowly leaned into the nearby tree he used for support and pulled something out of the branches. Mia looked at the strange object. Locke looked at them again then handed it to the young woman. She twirled them in hand. They were Rosary Beads. “Someone from the camp hiked all the way out here?” Boone asked.
“I don’t think so,” Mia whispered.
“Then where did those come from?”
Locke then pulled down hard on a vine. A body then came down and jolted from the greenery. Boone quickly backed off and Mia yelped at the sight of yet another dead body. She covered her mouth with her hands, looking at him. He was adorned in black, with a priest outfit. The bald man stood closer. “It came from him,” he whispered.
Locke then pulled down the body and threw it down on the ground. He kneeled down and started to search the body. Mia kneeled down and looked at the objects Locke was pulling out. He pulled out a book, that was clearly a bible. The older man handed it to the young Lakota girl. Boone got on his knees and checked the man’s pockets. “He’s a priest,” he pointed out, “How long do you think he’s been dead?”
“Normally clothing would completely decompose within 2 years, but this is high quality polyester, . . . could be 2 years, could be 10.” Locke told him.
Mia leaned over looking at the face of the dead priest. She noticed his teeth where made of gold. “This isn’t right.” She whispered.
“What?” Boone asked.
“How many priest do you know with gold teeth?” she pointed, “Church collection plates pay that well?”
Locke reached into a side pocket and pulled out a wad of money. Boone quickly noticed it wasn’t American money. “What is that?” he asked.
“Nigerian naira.” Locke informed him.
“How did a Nigerian priest wound up on an island in the south pacific?” the young lifeguard asked.
“I don’t think he is a priest.” Mia said slowly.
Locke checked another pocket and then pulled out a gun. Boone gasped at the sight of it. The bald man slowly looked to his female companion. “You are right, Mia.” He whispered.
Back on the beach, Tony began his walk toward the other end. He knew it was where they were building the raft. Something told him it was a waste of time but his doctor instincts were clicking in. He wanted to make sure Sawyer was okay.
Tony continued to walk toward the sound of the banging of metal and wood. He knew the southern man would be close to it so it should be only a matter of time. Or unless he found the blind doctor first. “Hey, Dr. Charles!” Sawyer screamed.
Tony paused, remembering the Ray Charles joke. He turned and followed the sound of the scream. “Sawyer, how are you feeling?” he called.
“It didn’t work.” He told him.
“What didn’t?” the blind doctor inquired.
“Dunking my head in the ocean,” Sawyer sighed, putting a cold rag on his face, “It relieved it but it didn’t cure it.”
“I never said it would cure it.” Tony pointed out, “Is there any other things wrong? Blurred vision? Dizziness?”
“Yeah, all of the above, cocheese!” Sawyer grunted.
“Hey, Tony,” Kate came over,” Are you checking on Sawyer?”
“Yes, and all I got so far is a new nickname,” the doctor sighed, “I must admit Cocheese is better than Ray Charles.”
“What do you think is wrong with him?” the brunette asked.
Nearby some of the other survivors were banging away on building a new shelter. Sawyer squinted his eyes and then looked at them angrily. “COULD YOU KEEP IT DOWN!!!” he screamed.
The other survivors froze at his yelling. Tony shook his head and moved toward him. “Okay, that’s it!” he grunted, “Get up! Get on your feet!”
“I told you I was dizzy, doc,” the redneck grunted.
“Kate, take him to Jack and let him examine him,” Tony insisted.
“Do I get a lollipop?” Sawyer grunted as he leaned on Kate, as they made their way toward the cave.
Tony sighed. He had dealt with some stubborn people before but Sawyer was slowly migrating to the top of his list of Stubborn World Champion.
She turned her head and saw Locke standing in the jungle. He motioned for her to follow. The Lakota girl gently moved John’s arm out of the way. She yawned, gently standing up and grabbing her pack. As she walked past her friends, she saw Locke in the distance. He was gently waking up Boone. The young man slowly stirred awake and got up. He leaned down to kiss Mandy on the forehead and then followed Locke into the jungle. Within seconds, Mia caught up with them.
After their walk into the jungle, they had arrived at the hatch. The two people started to get prepped for building the trebuchet. Locke walked over to an area in his dream where he saw the falling plane. He looked at them and then turned around toward the area of the Beachcraft’s decent. “I had a dream last night. I asked for a sign and then I saw a plane crash, a Beechcraft right out there.,” the bald man pointed in the distance,” It was a dream, but it was the most real thing I've ever experienced. I know where to go now.”
Mia froze. “You had a dream like that, Locke?” she asked, thinking of her own experience.
“Yes, I did.” He confessed.
“I don’t get it, “ Boone grunted, “Go for what?”
“To find what we need to open this bastard up.” He pointed.
“Have you been using that wacky paste stuff that made me see my sister get eaten?” Boone asked.
“No, no,” the older man laughed.
“Because, John, I have to tell you, Signs and dreams. . . “ the young man sighed.
“Is it so hard to believe, Boone?” Mia grunted, “I’ve had dreams too.”
“Mia, I am beginning to believe you are smoking the same crap he is.”
“Who is Theresa?” Locke asked.
Boone then stopped talking. He stared at the older man, not sure of what he just said. “What?” he chocked.
“Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs. You were saying that in the dream.” The older man pointed out.
Boone wasn’t moving. Mia looked at him; and for the first time, the young man seemed alarmed. He was faced with the unknown and he wasn’t sure how to react to it. “How would you know such a thing?”
“I don’t know, Boone,” Locke confessed, “but we're supposed to go to this place. We're supposed to find that plane. Will you come with me?”
Boone immediately shook his head in agreement. Locke looked toward the young Lakota girl next. “Mia?” he whispered.
“Yes, absolutely,” she agreed without hesitation.
Another hour past and the three friends continued on. Boone was picking up the rear and Mia stayed with Locke. The older man grunted through every move. The young girl was worried his legs were hurting him. It almost seemed that something wasn’t right. Like his condition was getting worse. “Are you all right?” she whispered.
“I am fine.” He whispered.
“Locke, I was meaning to ask you . . you said you saw Boone in your dream. Did you see me too?”
“I did.”
“What was I doing?”
“You looking defeated. But then you froze and started repeating a sentence over and over again.”
“What was I saying?” Mia asked.
“I will choose my own fate.” Locke said coldly.
Mia was flabbergasted. Yesterday she was discussing with Seth and Shanna that she was going to choose her own fate. Then Locke had a dream where she was saying the same thing. It even disturbed her further that he mentioned Boone’s phrase in his dream, she remembered it was the same phrase he spoke in her dream. Mia gently touched the older man’s arm. “Are you half Indian, sir?” she asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” he chuckled.
“The only reason I ask is cause I don’t believe you had a dream; you had a vision.”
“Possibly,” Locke whispered, “I just don’t yet know why.”
“I could have mentioned her name out by the hatch one day.” Boone piped in.
“Who?” Mia asked.
“Theresa.”
“Maybe, but you didn’t,” the Lakota girl said.
“I was talking to myself probably,” he grunted.
“When one talks to one’s self, it’s a nature instinct of thinking out loud. Do you think out loud a lot, Boone?”
“I don’t know.”
“No,” Mia sighed, “You WOULD know.”
“Okay, well, John, you said you saw a plane crash, right?” Boone pointed out.
“Yes,” the bald man said.
“Okay, the fact that we were all just in a plane crash; you didn't think for one second-“
Locke grunted as he immediately fell over. He braced himself as easily as he could but his palms were hurt on the hard ground. Mia and Boone quickly rushed to help him but he shoved them away. He grunted getting up on his feet. “Are you all right?” Boone asked.
“I’m fine,” he huffed.
“What’s wrong with your leg?” he asked again.
“I said I am fine.” Locke was getting upset, then he paused.
He slowly leaned into the nearby tree he used for support and pulled something out of the branches. Mia looked at the strange object. Locke looked at them again then handed it to the young woman. She twirled them in hand. They were Rosary Beads. “Someone from the camp hiked all the way out here?” Boone asked.
“I don’t think so,” Mia whispered.
“Then where did those come from?”
Locke then pulled down hard on a vine. A body then came down and jolted from the greenery. Boone quickly backed off and Mia yelped at the sight of yet another dead body. She covered her mouth with her hands, looking at him. He was adorned in black, with a priest outfit. The bald man stood closer. “It came from him,” he whispered.
Locke then pulled down the body and threw it down on the ground. He kneeled down and started to search the body. Mia kneeled down and looked at the objects Locke was pulling out. He pulled out a book, that was clearly a bible. The older man handed it to the young Lakota girl. Boone got on his knees and checked the man’s pockets. “He’s a priest,” he pointed out, “How long do you think he’s been dead?”
“Normally clothing would completely decompose within 2 years, but this is high quality polyester, . . . could be 2 years, could be 10.” Locke told him.
Mia leaned over looking at the face of the dead priest. She noticed his teeth where made of gold. “This isn’t right.” She whispered.
“What?” Boone asked.
“How many priest do you know with gold teeth?” she pointed, “Church collection plates pay that well?”
Locke reached into a side pocket and pulled out a wad of money. Boone quickly noticed it wasn’t American money. “What is that?” he asked.
“Nigerian naira.” Locke informed him.
“How did a Nigerian priest wound up on an island in the south pacific?” the young lifeguard asked.
“I don’t think he is a priest.” Mia said slowly.
Locke checked another pocket and then pulled out a gun. Boone gasped at the sight of it. The bald man slowly looked to his female companion. “You are right, Mia.” He whispered.
Back on the beach, Tony began his walk toward the other end. He knew it was where they were building the raft. Something told him it was a waste of time but his doctor instincts were clicking in. He wanted to make sure Sawyer was okay.
Tony continued to walk toward the sound of the banging of metal and wood. He knew the southern man would be close to it so it should be only a matter of time. Or unless he found the blind doctor first. “Hey, Dr. Charles!” Sawyer screamed.
Tony paused, remembering the Ray Charles joke. He turned and followed the sound of the scream. “Sawyer, how are you feeling?” he called.
“It didn’t work.” He told him.
“What didn’t?” the blind doctor inquired.
“Dunking my head in the ocean,” Sawyer sighed, putting a cold rag on his face, “It relieved it but it didn’t cure it.”
“I never said it would cure it.” Tony pointed out, “Is there any other things wrong? Blurred vision? Dizziness?”
“Yeah, all of the above, cocheese!” Sawyer grunted.
“Hey, Tony,” Kate came over,” Are you checking on Sawyer?”
“Yes, and all I got so far is a new nickname,” the doctor sighed, “I must admit Cocheese is better than Ray Charles.”
“What do you think is wrong with him?” the brunette asked.
Nearby some of the other survivors were banging away on building a new shelter. Sawyer squinted his eyes and then looked at them angrily. “COULD YOU KEEP IT DOWN!!!” he screamed.
The other survivors froze at his yelling. Tony shook his head and moved toward him. “Okay, that’s it!” he grunted, “Get up! Get on your feet!”
“I told you I was dizzy, doc,” the redneck grunted.
“Kate, take him to Jack and let him examine him,” Tony insisted.
“Do I get a lollipop?” Sawyer grunted as he leaned on Kate, as they made their way toward the cave.
Tony sighed. He had dealt with some stubborn people before but Sawyer was slowly migrating to the top of his list of Stubborn World Champion.
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