Part 250: Day 49
The sun began it’s crest over the oceanic horizon. The survivors began their morning, piddling about. Rose was helping the majority of the group with their laundry, much to her husband’s dismay. However, the old man also knew of his wife’s tendency to stay busy, which usually meant house work. Since there was no house, she helped herself to laundry duty.
Kristy walked along the beach, her sundress flowing in the breeze. She looked around at the grouping of people, as they went through making breakfast. Yolanda and Micheal were laughing as they were making a half-handed attempt at making juice, however the fruit was not offering that much liquid. Jack was sitting by himself, and the one that Kristy really wanted to talk too. As she walked up to him, she was a little thrown back by what he was eating. “Jack?” she quibbled, “Where . . did you get toast?”
“Oh, “he laughed, pausing in his eating, “I had to fashion a holder from a piece of metal I found. The trick is to hold it just above the fire, not anywhere near it. The heat does the rest. If you dip it too close to the fire, it will light up like a damn candle.”
Jack then showed her a jar with a purple filling. “Besides, I couldn’t waste the jelly I found.” He smirked.
“Oh, wow,” she leaped up on her toes slightly, “Jack, may I please have one?”
“Help yourself. “ he offered the plate to his side.
Kristy sat down and took a piece of toast, and gently bit into it. The collision of toasted breath and jelly flooded her mouth, making her close her eyes and moan. Jack laughed a little bit at her reaction. “It’s amazing the simple things you miss when you are away from it all.” She whispered.
“That is for sure,” Jack agreed.
“Jack, can we talk for a few minutes?”
Jack stopped smiling and grew serious. “You want to talk about Jenny.” He replied, more a statement than a question.
“You’re worried too.” She responded in the same fashion.
“I’ve spent the last month doing my best to re-connect with her and thanks to the Liberation, I was able too. Now with Martin gone and Raven just . . .dying, it took a lot out of her. She really wants to be alone.”
“It’s not just that, Jack. She’s isn’t just grieving. She’s brooding! All she does is sit down and stare into the ocean. She was talking to me about darkness and some strange things last night.”
“Really?” he asked, growing more concerned.
“We have to do something, Jack,” Kristy said, trying not to cry,” I just . . . .I want to see her smile again.”
“I want to see her smile too, Kristy,” the doctor munched on his toast, finishing it off, “I have an idea. Let me go talk to some people and I will get back to you.”
“Okay,” she said, taking his hand, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He said, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Seth sat down after he had finished his breakfast. He had his legs sprawled out and was just haphazardly tossing the sand in front of his feet. Behind him, Charlie was gently strumming his guitar, while Claire took care of Aaron. “You were brilliant last night, Seth,” Charlie laughed, “Bloody fabulous.”
“Thanks, dude,” the singer smirked, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“We are going to be so famous it will make us sick.”
“Once again, you are getting ahead of yourself, Charlie,” Seth chuckled, “We have to get off the sodding island first.”
Claire laughed, hearing Seth use the word sodding. Charlie just smiled as he continued playing his guitar. “Look, YANK,” he responded in a playful tone, “You use your slang and I will use mine.”
“Fair enough,” Seth mused.
The singer looked along the beach, watching the majority of the people walk by. He was pleased to see Jilly and Eddie walking down the beach, holding hands. It was indeed as if the little kid had adopted the deaf girl as his older sister, seeing how she had bounded with his mother. The little boy was even careful enough to make sure Jilly could see his lips, so she would understand what he was saying. Seth smirked, then noticing what a curvy butt Jilly had, not to mention sexy legs. The singer then caught himself, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You okay, Seth?” asked Claire.
“Yeah, I am fine,” he replied.
“You look like you saw a ghost.”
“Not quite,” he sighed, feeling the frustration build up in him.
“No, Claire, the American’s only see Ghosts on Halloween.” Charlie laughed.
Seth smirked at his friend’s near horrific attempt at humor. Then thinking Halloween made him think of another day, specifically the one he was in. “What day is this?” he asked.
“It’s Tuesday.” Charlie quickly answer.
Claire giggled, “No, Charlie, it’s Thursday.”
The musician then stopped playing his guitar, looking alarmed. He turned to the woman he felt in love with. “Are you serious?” he asked her.
Claire shook her head, smiling. Charlie was concerned how he could let the days go by so easily to the point where he didn’t even know the true day. Then another thought made him worried. “Bloody hell, “ he coughed, “What MONTH is this?”
Claire then slowly stopped smiling. Charlie could tell by the reaction on her face that she honestly didn’t know. He looked over to Seth, who had no choice but to shrug his shoulders. Before the musician could run to Locke to ask, Jack then strode up from the beach in their direction. “Hey, guys,” the doctor waved.
“What MONTH is this?” all three friends asked Jack in unison.
Jack stopped abruptly in his tracks, looking at all of them like they were strangers. “It’s August,” he said, as if it was painfully obvious.
Seth gasped, collapsing back on his back into the sand. Charlie slumped his head into his hands, finally breathing again. “What? You guys didn’t know?” Jack asked.
“No, Jack, we didn’t bloody know. We had forgotten.” Charlie grunted.
“But at least as long as someone can remember, I don’t care,” Seth raised up.
“Sometimes, weird doesn’t even begin to cover you two,” the doctor pointed.
“Is there something we can help you with, Jack, or did you just come here to be the Calendar Man?”
“Actually, yes, I knew a favor from you both. A big one,” the doctor scuffed his hands, “Actually, I need it from Turboshaft. Where is Shanna?”
“I think she is in the woods with Flower, teaching her how to read,” Seth raised an eyebrow, “What do you need a band for?”
Deep into the woods, Shanna and Flower sat alone in the middle of some of the jungle trees. The redhead had been tutoring her on how to speak and read in English. She chose the quite out of the way place, cause the last time she tried in the caves, Flower was embarrassed at the attention people were giving her. Much to Shanna’s amazement, the wild girl was becoming a fast learner. “Jessica. . . .reveals . . .her . .we . . eight . .” Flower said, reading the cover of the Star Magazine.
“That’s it,” Shanna smiled, “Sound it out.”
“Weight . . .loss. Jessica reveals her weight loss.” Flower said proudly.
“Good job.”
Flower looked up at the top and read, “How . . .bea . . .bee. . .”
Shanna took her hand and guided her friend’s finger to sound out the word. “Beau . .ti . .ful.”
“Beautiful. How beautiful . . can . .you be?” she said, finally reading the sentence.
“You are so smart.” Shanna said, kissing her cheek.
Flower giggled. “Smart.” She repeated, then looked at the picture of Jessica Simpson, “Beautiful.”
“Yes, beautiful.” The redhead said.
Flower then slowly looked at the redhead sitting next to her. She gently touched her under her chin, bringing her face to her. “Beautiful,” Flower said, gazing into her eyes.
Shanna stared at the wild girl, almost losing herself in her dark eyes. Flower then slowly leaned forward, Shanna all of a sudden felt herself unable to move. The young girl gently kissed her lips. The redhead felt her heart skip, feeling the gentleness she had so missed in the past few month. Then Shanna abruptly pushed her away and stood up. “Shanna?” Flower asked, alarmed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, “ the redhead coughed, blushing severely,” Let’s . .uh . .can we . .uh . .pull back the reigns a bit?”
“Rains?” Flower said confused.
“Oh, man, it got hot out here all of a sudden,” the redhead slowly kneeled down, “I got to catch my breath.”
“What’s . . .wrong?” Flower said, trying to remember the words.
“What’s wrong? How about EVERYTHING. I mean . .Flower . ..I like you but we are moving way too fast. OH, My God, I don’t think my heart has ever beat this fast.”
“Beautiful,” the wild girl repeated.
Shanna stood up. “Flower, I wish you could fully understand me,” she said, wiping her hands off of her pants, “I mean . . .this is probably . ..you . . .are probably everything I could ever wants but I never imagined . . .DREAMED . . .you would be like this. Oh, my God, is this more Island magic? Am I rambling? I must be rambling.”
Flower slowly held onto her arms and stood up. Shanna looked at her and just shook her head. “Why . ..why would you kiss me?” she had to ask.
Flower slowly started to produce tears. The redhead was concerned that she had hurt her feelings by rejecting her. The brunette then whispered, “Shanna . . .all . . .Flower . ..have. .”
The redhead shrugged her shoulders. “Aw, man,” she whispered, “You are missing your sister, aren’t you?”
“Sister,” Flower repeated.
Shanna then extended her arms. The wild girl walked over and embraced her; crying on her shoulder. The redhead comforted her best she could. “Oh, honey, I can’t even imagine what you are going through but you will make it,” she said, rubbing her hair, “You’re gonna be okay. You can come with me whenever we get off this island. I can introduce you to ice cream, and movies, and CDS.”
“Cee-dees?” she sniffed.
“Yes, there is nothing better than music,” Shanna looked at her and then softly but briefly kissed her.
Flower smiled, happy that Shanna was still with her. The two girls held onto each other, resting their heads on each other’s forehead. “I promise we will take it slow.” The redhead whispered.
In the distance, Clay buckled his belt after finding a decent place to use the bathroom. He stepped gently over the torn sticks and rocks, anxious to see if he can get some decent shoes. He then stopped quickly when he heard voices to his right. The corporate magnate looked into the distance to see Shanna and Flower embracing. After a few seconds, they kissed. Clay smirked, hiding behind a tree, and watching them. He felt a surge in his blood seeing them kiss and hoped to see more. Then he nearly screamed when he felt a tapping on his back. He turned around to see Ana-Lucia, staring at him with her familiar disapproving gaze. “What are you doing?” he whispered to her.
Ana-Lucia took a pause to look at the girls and then back to him. “That was supposed to be my line, Clay.” She grunted.
“I was . . .I was just . . .”
“Being a pervert.” The Latina finished for him.
“Pervert is too a strong word, Ana. I kinda prefer to thing of it as . . .Erotica Observer.”
“Mmm,hmm,” she said, unimpressed, “Start walking.”
“Walking? Walking where?”
“Pick a direction, I don’t care but don’t head near them again.”
Clay then started to walk away. “Why are you sending me away?” he smirked, “Do YOU want to spy on them instead?”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are back in the world, Clay, but you keep mouthing off like that, I am gonna close it for you.”
“Yeah, very butch.” Clay sighed, “I think I rest my case.”
Ana-Lucia shoved him forward, as they kept getting farther and farther away from Shanna and Flower.
Kristy walked along the beach, her sundress flowing in the breeze. She looked around at the grouping of people, as they went through making breakfast. Yolanda and Micheal were laughing as they were making a half-handed attempt at making juice, however the fruit was not offering that much liquid. Jack was sitting by himself, and the one that Kristy really wanted to talk too. As she walked up to him, she was a little thrown back by what he was eating. “Jack?” she quibbled, “Where . . did you get toast?”
“Oh, “he laughed, pausing in his eating, “I had to fashion a holder from a piece of metal I found. The trick is to hold it just above the fire, not anywhere near it. The heat does the rest. If you dip it too close to the fire, it will light up like a damn candle.”
Jack then showed her a jar with a purple filling. “Besides, I couldn’t waste the jelly I found.” He smirked.
“Oh, wow,” she leaped up on her toes slightly, “Jack, may I please have one?”
“Help yourself. “ he offered the plate to his side.
Kristy sat down and took a piece of toast, and gently bit into it. The collision of toasted breath and jelly flooded her mouth, making her close her eyes and moan. Jack laughed a little bit at her reaction. “It’s amazing the simple things you miss when you are away from it all.” She whispered.
“That is for sure,” Jack agreed.
“Jack, can we talk for a few minutes?”
Jack stopped smiling and grew serious. “You want to talk about Jenny.” He replied, more a statement than a question.
“You’re worried too.” She responded in the same fashion.
“I’ve spent the last month doing my best to re-connect with her and thanks to the Liberation, I was able too. Now with Martin gone and Raven just . . .dying, it took a lot out of her. She really wants to be alone.”
“It’s not just that, Jack. She’s isn’t just grieving. She’s brooding! All she does is sit down and stare into the ocean. She was talking to me about darkness and some strange things last night.”
“Really?” he asked, growing more concerned.
“We have to do something, Jack,” Kristy said, trying not to cry,” I just . . . .I want to see her smile again.”
“I want to see her smile too, Kristy,” the doctor munched on his toast, finishing it off, “I have an idea. Let me go talk to some people and I will get back to you.”
“Okay,” she said, taking his hand, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He said, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Seth sat down after he had finished his breakfast. He had his legs sprawled out and was just haphazardly tossing the sand in front of his feet. Behind him, Charlie was gently strumming his guitar, while Claire took care of Aaron. “You were brilliant last night, Seth,” Charlie laughed, “Bloody fabulous.”
“Thanks, dude,” the singer smirked, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“We are going to be so famous it will make us sick.”
“Once again, you are getting ahead of yourself, Charlie,” Seth chuckled, “We have to get off the sodding island first.”
Claire laughed, hearing Seth use the word sodding. Charlie just smiled as he continued playing his guitar. “Look, YANK,” he responded in a playful tone, “You use your slang and I will use mine.”
“Fair enough,” Seth mused.
The singer looked along the beach, watching the majority of the people walk by. He was pleased to see Jilly and Eddie walking down the beach, holding hands. It was indeed as if the little kid had adopted the deaf girl as his older sister, seeing how she had bounded with his mother. The little boy was even careful enough to make sure Jilly could see his lips, so she would understand what he was saying. Seth smirked, then noticing what a curvy butt Jilly had, not to mention sexy legs. The singer then caught himself, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You okay, Seth?” asked Claire.
“Yeah, I am fine,” he replied.
“You look like you saw a ghost.”
“Not quite,” he sighed, feeling the frustration build up in him.
“No, Claire, the American’s only see Ghosts on Halloween.” Charlie laughed.
Seth smirked at his friend’s near horrific attempt at humor. Then thinking Halloween made him think of another day, specifically the one he was in. “What day is this?” he asked.
“It’s Tuesday.” Charlie quickly answer.
Claire giggled, “No, Charlie, it’s Thursday.”
The musician then stopped playing his guitar, looking alarmed. He turned to the woman he felt in love with. “Are you serious?” he asked her.
Claire shook her head, smiling. Charlie was concerned how he could let the days go by so easily to the point where he didn’t even know the true day. Then another thought made him worried. “Bloody hell, “ he coughed, “What MONTH is this?”
Claire then slowly stopped smiling. Charlie could tell by the reaction on her face that she honestly didn’t know. He looked over to Seth, who had no choice but to shrug his shoulders. Before the musician could run to Locke to ask, Jack then strode up from the beach in their direction. “Hey, guys,” the doctor waved.
“What MONTH is this?” all three friends asked Jack in unison.
Jack stopped abruptly in his tracks, looking at all of them like they were strangers. “It’s August,” he said, as if it was painfully obvious.
Seth gasped, collapsing back on his back into the sand. Charlie slumped his head into his hands, finally breathing again. “What? You guys didn’t know?” Jack asked.
“No, Jack, we didn’t bloody know. We had forgotten.” Charlie grunted.
“But at least as long as someone can remember, I don’t care,” Seth raised up.
“Sometimes, weird doesn’t even begin to cover you two,” the doctor pointed.
“Is there something we can help you with, Jack, or did you just come here to be the Calendar Man?”
“Actually, yes, I knew a favor from you both. A big one,” the doctor scuffed his hands, “Actually, I need it from Turboshaft. Where is Shanna?”
“I think she is in the woods with Flower, teaching her how to read,” Seth raised an eyebrow, “What do you need a band for?”
Deep into the woods, Shanna and Flower sat alone in the middle of some of the jungle trees. The redhead had been tutoring her on how to speak and read in English. She chose the quite out of the way place, cause the last time she tried in the caves, Flower was embarrassed at the attention people were giving her. Much to Shanna’s amazement, the wild girl was becoming a fast learner. “Jessica. . . .reveals . . .her . .we . . eight . .” Flower said, reading the cover of the Star Magazine.
“That’s it,” Shanna smiled, “Sound it out.”
“Weight . . .loss. Jessica reveals her weight loss.” Flower said proudly.
“Good job.”
Flower looked up at the top and read, “How . . .bea . . .bee. . .”
Shanna took her hand and guided her friend’s finger to sound out the word. “Beau . .ti . .ful.”
“Beautiful. How beautiful . . can . .you be?” she said, finally reading the sentence.
“You are so smart.” Shanna said, kissing her cheek.
Flower giggled. “Smart.” She repeated, then looked at the picture of Jessica Simpson, “Beautiful.”
“Yes, beautiful.” The redhead said.
Flower then slowly looked at the redhead sitting next to her. She gently touched her under her chin, bringing her face to her. “Beautiful,” Flower said, gazing into her eyes.
Shanna stared at the wild girl, almost losing herself in her dark eyes. Flower then slowly leaned forward, Shanna all of a sudden felt herself unable to move. The young girl gently kissed her lips. The redhead felt her heart skip, feeling the gentleness she had so missed in the past few month. Then Shanna abruptly pushed her away and stood up. “Shanna?” Flower asked, alarmed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, “ the redhead coughed, blushing severely,” Let’s . .uh . .can we . .uh . .pull back the reigns a bit?”
“Rains?” Flower said confused.
“Oh, man, it got hot out here all of a sudden,” the redhead slowly kneeled down, “I got to catch my breath.”
“What’s . . .wrong?” Flower said, trying to remember the words.
“What’s wrong? How about EVERYTHING. I mean . .Flower . ..I like you but we are moving way too fast. OH, My God, I don’t think my heart has ever beat this fast.”
“Beautiful,” the wild girl repeated.
Shanna stood up. “Flower, I wish you could fully understand me,” she said, wiping her hands off of her pants, “I mean . . .this is probably . ..you . . .are probably everything I could ever wants but I never imagined . . .DREAMED . . .you would be like this. Oh, my God, is this more Island magic? Am I rambling? I must be rambling.”
Flower slowly held onto her arms and stood up. Shanna looked at her and just shook her head. “Why . ..why would you kiss me?” she had to ask.
Flower slowly started to produce tears. The redhead was concerned that she had hurt her feelings by rejecting her. The brunette then whispered, “Shanna . . .all . . .Flower . ..have. .”
The redhead shrugged her shoulders. “Aw, man,” she whispered, “You are missing your sister, aren’t you?”
“Sister,” Flower repeated.
Shanna then extended her arms. The wild girl walked over and embraced her; crying on her shoulder. The redhead comforted her best she could. “Oh, honey, I can’t even imagine what you are going through but you will make it,” she said, rubbing her hair, “You’re gonna be okay. You can come with me whenever we get off this island. I can introduce you to ice cream, and movies, and CDS.”
“Cee-dees?” she sniffed.
“Yes, there is nothing better than music,” Shanna looked at her and then softly but briefly kissed her.
Flower smiled, happy that Shanna was still with her. The two girls held onto each other, resting their heads on each other’s forehead. “I promise we will take it slow.” The redhead whispered.
In the distance, Clay buckled his belt after finding a decent place to use the bathroom. He stepped gently over the torn sticks and rocks, anxious to see if he can get some decent shoes. He then stopped quickly when he heard voices to his right. The corporate magnate looked into the distance to see Shanna and Flower embracing. After a few seconds, they kissed. Clay smirked, hiding behind a tree, and watching them. He felt a surge in his blood seeing them kiss and hoped to see more. Then he nearly screamed when he felt a tapping on his back. He turned around to see Ana-Lucia, staring at him with her familiar disapproving gaze. “What are you doing?” he whispered to her.
Ana-Lucia took a pause to look at the girls and then back to him. “That was supposed to be my line, Clay.” She grunted.
“I was . . .I was just . . .”
“Being a pervert.” The Latina finished for him.
“Pervert is too a strong word, Ana. I kinda prefer to thing of it as . . .Erotica Observer.”
“Mmm,hmm,” she said, unimpressed, “Start walking.”
“Walking? Walking where?”
“Pick a direction, I don’t care but don’t head near them again.”
Clay then started to walk away. “Why are you sending me away?” he smirked, “Do YOU want to spy on them instead?”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass who you are back in the world, Clay, but you keep mouthing off like that, I am gonna close it for you.”
“Yeah, very butch.” Clay sighed, “I think I rest my case.”
Ana-Lucia shoved him forward, as they kept getting farther and farther away from Shanna and Flower.
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