Part 186: Exodus Part 4
The group continued to make their way toward the jungle led by the mysterious French woman. Tony rolled his thoughts over and over in his head. Should he tell the woman that her daughter is safe and sound on the other side of the island? However, what concerned him was when Andra told them her mother was sick; by the sound of her voice, she meant it. The blind doctor hoped John or Marita or Jack or Locke would keep an eye on the woman so that she didn’t do anything out of the ordinary.
Then Marita stopped him. Before Tony could ask what was going on, he heard Danielle speaking. “Here we are,” she whispered, “Black Rock.”
“Tony,” Marita looked,” It’s an old ship! Black Rock is it’s name!”
John looked forward. A old ship rested in the middle of the jungle, several hundred feet from the ocean. Judging by it’s age and how much the wood had rotten over time, he estimated the ship had been there for quite some time. “How exactly does something like this happen?” Hurley whispered.
“Are you on the same island as I am?” Danielle mused.
“Point taken.” The large man sighed.
Jack then placed down his pack. He began to move toward the ship. Kate quickly followed as did Locke. John turned to Tony, about to ask him what to do but he then noticed Danielle was leaving. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked.
“Explosives are in the hold of the ship.” She said coldly.
“Rousseau, wait.” Jack urged her.
“I did what you asked. You need dynamite, you don't need me.” She said, disappearing into the jungle bushes.
The doctor made a move to follow her but Locke stopped him. “Let her go, Jack,” he told him.
“But . . .who’s going to lead us back?”
“I’ll lead us back,” he promised him.
Jack shook his head, “Damn it, All right, let’s go get the dynamite.”
The three of them made to move toward the ship but Arzt threw up his hands in repulsion. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I came here to tell you how to handle dynamite, not explore some ghost ship” he grunted.
“All right, stay out here,” Jack said, “John, you guys stay out here too.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He shook his head.
“I’ll just . . .hang with these guys.” Hurley said.
It had been a good fifteen minutes as Jack, Locke and Kate went exploring into the ghost ship. Outside the group rested on a fallen tree. John sipped on his water and gave some to Mia. Marita stayed with Tony and behind them was Arzt and Hurley. The group stayed together for the 15 minutes that the trio was inside the during.
And during that time, Arzt didn’t stop talking. “And then my 3rd wife, she says, get this, she says, "I didn't sign up for this." Now you tell me, what the hell is that even supposed to mean?”
Hurley didn’t say anything.
“What, am I boring you?” the school teacher grunted.
“Huh?” the large man finally said.
“You know what? I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm not cool enough to be part of your merry little band of adventurers.”
“What?” the large man was confused.
“Hey, man, why you picking on him?” John immediately said.
“I’m not picking on him, I am trying to deliver a point,” the school teacher hissed, “I know a clique when I see it. I teach high school, pal-y. You know, you people think you're the only ones on this island doing anything of value. I've got news for you. There were 40 other survivors of this plane crash. And we are all people, too.”
“We know that, Arzt.” Tony groaned, massaging his blindfold.
He stopped for a second, must to the relief of everybody else. Then he quickly started again. “And it's not just the teenagers, either.” He grunted,” You know, the gym teachers, you think they let me sit with them in the cafeteria? No. They do not.”
“Dude, this is all in your head,” Hurley sighed.
“Really? Then you explain to me why Kate gets the best pieces of wreckage to build her shelter? And the Korean guy? Does he catch fish for everybody on the island? No, he does not. He doesn't. And some of us have actually lost weight while we were here. Now, would mind telling me where you're hiding the carbs because I can't figure-“
“Could you shut up for five minutes?” Mia said, her face buried in her hands.
Before Arzt could reply, he immediately jumped up and screamed when he saw Locke and Jack hauling the large box of dynamite out of the ship. “What the hell are you people doing???” he screamed,” Wait, wait, stop, stop, right where you are.”
Locke and Jack froze while the school teacher ran to them. Marita, Tony, John, Hurley and Mia slowly up stood up. Arzt came up to them, waving his hands. “Alright, I want you to put that down carefully. Put it down carefully. Gently, gently. Damn it, carefully, gently.”
Jack gritted his teeth as he lowered the box onto the ground. Locke felt a small pain in his back as he lowered it down with precision. “Alright, now get out of there.” Arzt urged them,” Come away from there. C'mon, get out. Move away from it.”
“What is he so antsy about?” asked John.
“He’s probably worried that the dynamite is unstable,” Tony whispered, “And in this heat, it probably is.”
“What do you mean, Tony?” Marita asked.
“Tony, you want to come down here?” Jack called.
“I can do just fine without the blind man’s help, Jack, thank you very damn much,” Arzt replied.
“Hey, show some respect, school teacher!” John grunted.
“Shut up,” Arzt threw him off as he began, “Do any of you have any idea what happens to dynamite in 90+ degree heat, huh?”
“It sweats,” Tony moaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Good guess, Ray Charles,” Arzt said, pulling out a stick of dynamite, “It sweats nitroglycerin. Dynamite is nitroglycerin stabilized by clay. Nitroglycerin is the most dangerous and unstable explosive known to man.”
“I’ve had it with this fool, “Tony grunted, pulling his girlfriend close, “Marita, tell me everything that he is doing.”
“He pulled a stick of dynamite from the crate.” She whispered.
“Hey, Kate give me your shirt.” Arzt said.
“Huh?” she blinked.
“Now, princess, give me your shirt. I need to wrap the dynamite. Just throw it to me, right here.”
Kate then quickly took off her shirt and threw it to him. “He’s going to wrap the dynamite in Kate’s shirt.” Marita pointed out.
“How does the stick look?” Tony asked.
“Like . . .like a rotten hotdog.” She whispered.
“Explain, honey.”
“There is some stuff stuck to the outside, looking kinda yellowish. Like mildew-“
“ARZT, PUT DOWN THAT STICK OF DYNAMITE RIGHT NOW!!!” Tony immediately screamed.
“Jesus,” he jolted, “Relax, Tony, I got this under control.”
“That yellow gunk on the outside the nitro, damn it!” the blind doctor screamed, “You need to put it down and get another stick!”
“You see what I am talking about? Ignorance is bliss in some people.” Arzt said, wrapping the dynamite in the shirt.
Tony nearly spit, “He’s not listening to me.”
Before Marita could say anything, Tony grabbed her by the arm and then grabbed John by his quiver. When Mia saw him pulling them back, she immediately started to back off with him. “Hurley, back off.” Tony whispered.
The large man started to walk backwards like he said. “JACK! KATE! LOCKE!” Tony called, “GET AWAY FROM HIM!”
“I have this under control, Tony.” Arzt sighed.
“Arzt, please . . .for the love of God, put it down,” Tony begged.
“Jesus, shut up you sissy!” he said, rubbing the dynamite to get the excess nitro off, “Any of you ever hear about the guy who invented nitroglycerin? Probably not because he blew his freaking face off. His lab assistant came into the room, saw that his mentor detonated, and he said, "Huh, I guess this stuff does work." Alright, we're not going to take any more of this stuff than we need because nitroglycerin is extremely temperamental so we-“
Azrzt then erupted in a burst of bone, blood and skin. The nitroglycerin had become unstable and made him explode. The survivors were thrown back in the shock way. Most of them were free of the blood splash but the chunks of Arzt still managed to hit a few. When Mia found a piece of his finger laying on her stomach, she squeaked and just quickly knocked it off. Hurley slowly raised up. The only thing left of the school teacher was his shoes, which he was afraid still might have his feet inside them.
“Dude,” he whispered.
Then Marita stopped him. Before Tony could ask what was going on, he heard Danielle speaking. “Here we are,” she whispered, “Black Rock.”
“Tony,” Marita looked,” It’s an old ship! Black Rock is it’s name!”
John looked forward. A old ship rested in the middle of the jungle, several hundred feet from the ocean. Judging by it’s age and how much the wood had rotten over time, he estimated the ship had been there for quite some time. “How exactly does something like this happen?” Hurley whispered.
“Are you on the same island as I am?” Danielle mused.
“Point taken.” The large man sighed.
Jack then placed down his pack. He began to move toward the ship. Kate quickly followed as did Locke. John turned to Tony, about to ask him what to do but he then noticed Danielle was leaving. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked.
“Explosives are in the hold of the ship.” She said coldly.
“Rousseau, wait.” Jack urged her.
“I did what you asked. You need dynamite, you don't need me.” She said, disappearing into the jungle bushes.
The doctor made a move to follow her but Locke stopped him. “Let her go, Jack,” he told him.
“But . . .who’s going to lead us back?”
“I’ll lead us back,” he promised him.
Jack shook his head, “Damn it, All right, let’s go get the dynamite.”
The three of them made to move toward the ship but Arzt threw up his hands in repulsion. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I came here to tell you how to handle dynamite, not explore some ghost ship” he grunted.
“All right, stay out here,” Jack said, “John, you guys stay out here too.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He shook his head.
“I’ll just . . .hang with these guys.” Hurley said.
It had been a good fifteen minutes as Jack, Locke and Kate went exploring into the ghost ship. Outside the group rested on a fallen tree. John sipped on his water and gave some to Mia. Marita stayed with Tony and behind them was Arzt and Hurley. The group stayed together for the 15 minutes that the trio was inside the during.
And during that time, Arzt didn’t stop talking. “And then my 3rd wife, she says, get this, she says, "I didn't sign up for this." Now you tell me, what the hell is that even supposed to mean?”
Hurley didn’t say anything.
“What, am I boring you?” the school teacher grunted.
“Huh?” the large man finally said.
“You know what? I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm not cool enough to be part of your merry little band of adventurers.”
“What?” the large man was confused.
“Hey, man, why you picking on him?” John immediately said.
“I’m not picking on him, I am trying to deliver a point,” the school teacher hissed, “I know a clique when I see it. I teach high school, pal-y. You know, you people think you're the only ones on this island doing anything of value. I've got news for you. There were 40 other survivors of this plane crash. And we are all people, too.”
“We know that, Arzt.” Tony groaned, massaging his blindfold.
He stopped for a second, must to the relief of everybody else. Then he quickly started again. “And it's not just the teenagers, either.” He grunted,” You know, the gym teachers, you think they let me sit with them in the cafeteria? No. They do not.”
“Dude, this is all in your head,” Hurley sighed.
“Really? Then you explain to me why Kate gets the best pieces of wreckage to build her shelter? And the Korean guy? Does he catch fish for everybody on the island? No, he does not. He doesn't. And some of us have actually lost weight while we were here. Now, would mind telling me where you're hiding the carbs because I can't figure-“
“Could you shut up for five minutes?” Mia said, her face buried in her hands.
Before Arzt could reply, he immediately jumped up and screamed when he saw Locke and Jack hauling the large box of dynamite out of the ship. “What the hell are you people doing???” he screamed,” Wait, wait, stop, stop, right where you are.”
Locke and Jack froze while the school teacher ran to them. Marita, Tony, John, Hurley and Mia slowly up stood up. Arzt came up to them, waving his hands. “Alright, I want you to put that down carefully. Put it down carefully. Gently, gently. Damn it, carefully, gently.”
Jack gritted his teeth as he lowered the box onto the ground. Locke felt a small pain in his back as he lowered it down with precision. “Alright, now get out of there.” Arzt urged them,” Come away from there. C'mon, get out. Move away from it.”
“What is he so antsy about?” asked John.
“He’s probably worried that the dynamite is unstable,” Tony whispered, “And in this heat, it probably is.”
“What do you mean, Tony?” Marita asked.
“Tony, you want to come down here?” Jack called.
“I can do just fine without the blind man’s help, Jack, thank you very damn much,” Arzt replied.
“Hey, show some respect, school teacher!” John grunted.
“Shut up,” Arzt threw him off as he began, “Do any of you have any idea what happens to dynamite in 90+ degree heat, huh?”
“It sweats,” Tony moaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Good guess, Ray Charles,” Arzt said, pulling out a stick of dynamite, “It sweats nitroglycerin. Dynamite is nitroglycerin stabilized by clay. Nitroglycerin is the most dangerous and unstable explosive known to man.”
“I’ve had it with this fool, “Tony grunted, pulling his girlfriend close, “Marita, tell me everything that he is doing.”
“He pulled a stick of dynamite from the crate.” She whispered.
“Hey, Kate give me your shirt.” Arzt said.
“Huh?” she blinked.
“Now, princess, give me your shirt. I need to wrap the dynamite. Just throw it to me, right here.”
Kate then quickly took off her shirt and threw it to him. “He’s going to wrap the dynamite in Kate’s shirt.” Marita pointed out.
“How does the stick look?” Tony asked.
“Like . . .like a rotten hotdog.” She whispered.
“Explain, honey.”
“There is some stuff stuck to the outside, looking kinda yellowish. Like mildew-“
“ARZT, PUT DOWN THAT STICK OF DYNAMITE RIGHT NOW!!!” Tony immediately screamed.
“Jesus,” he jolted, “Relax, Tony, I got this under control.”
“That yellow gunk on the outside the nitro, damn it!” the blind doctor screamed, “You need to put it down and get another stick!”
“You see what I am talking about? Ignorance is bliss in some people.” Arzt said, wrapping the dynamite in the shirt.
Tony nearly spit, “He’s not listening to me.”
Before Marita could say anything, Tony grabbed her by the arm and then grabbed John by his quiver. When Mia saw him pulling them back, she immediately started to back off with him. “Hurley, back off.” Tony whispered.
The large man started to walk backwards like he said. “JACK! KATE! LOCKE!” Tony called, “GET AWAY FROM HIM!”
“I have this under control, Tony.” Arzt sighed.
“Arzt, please . . .for the love of God, put it down,” Tony begged.
“Jesus, shut up you sissy!” he said, rubbing the dynamite to get the excess nitro off, “Any of you ever hear about the guy who invented nitroglycerin? Probably not because he blew his freaking face off. His lab assistant came into the room, saw that his mentor detonated, and he said, "Huh, I guess this stuff does work." Alright, we're not going to take any more of this stuff than we need because nitroglycerin is extremely temperamental so we-“
Azrzt then erupted in a burst of bone, blood and skin. The nitroglycerin had become unstable and made him explode. The survivors were thrown back in the shock way. Most of them were free of the blood splash but the chunks of Arzt still managed to hit a few. When Mia found a piece of his finger laying on her stomach, she squeaked and just quickly knocked it off. Hurley slowly raised up. The only thing left of the school teacher was his shoes, which he was afraid still might have his feet inside them.
“Dude,” he whispered.
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