Morning
I woke up slowly. I hadn't slept this deeply in a long time. As I yawned and stretched, a cool morning breeze wafted through my window. I looked out. The sun hadn't broken the horizon yet. I sat up, hat a fix, and pulled a clean shirt from my bag. After I had changed, I looked out my window again and saw that the ship was closer... probably hit a sandbar. I figured somebody went to raid it... but why didn't they ask me? I grabbed my bag, dumped it out, walked out and saw a boat on the sand a few meters from the water. Nobody was awake yet, so I decided to go alone. I dragged the boat out to the water and hopped in. I arrived to the boat fairly quickly and saw the ladder hanging down. Somebody had been here. I tied the boat to a nearby pole on the boat and climbed up the ladder. I explored for a bit, first finding the gift shop. I laughed in surprise and excitement when I saw the batteries and an open refridgerator with a few cans of soda left. I grabbed a few packages of batteries and looked for a soda. There was one can left. I grabbed it and popped the top, enjoying the taste of a warm cola. I left the gift shop and explored a bit more, drinking my soda. I found a room that had a sign that read 'Musicians Only'. My heart began pounding as I opened the door. Instruments covered the walls. The first thing I noticed was the piano. I walked over and ran my fingers over the keys, remembering the lessons my mum and grandmother gave me. I wondered if we could lug this thing back to the beach. I turned and nearly dropped my soda can. I set it on the piano and headed over to the amp. I dearly hoped it was plugged into a generator. I grabbed an electric guitar off the wall and hooked it to the amp. I slowly turned the amp on, praying it worked. Then I heard the faint whine.
'WOO!' I yelled excitedly and cranked the volume up extremely loud and seriously shredded that guitar.
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 claire_is_lost
2005-04-21 09:24
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Like clockwork, Christopher started crying early in the morning. But actually, considering his day before, I suspected something had awoken him---I frowned as this frazzled sound filled the air. I shook it off and focused on tending to my baby.
The first thing I noticed was that the rocker was sitting outside the hut----Locke had been here. I smiled and pulled it inside. Then focused on Christopher, the usual pattern following---nursing, changing, burping, rocking, singing, and now some stimulation.
I lay him in the rocker and put the blanket around him. He stared at the new environment, then reached his hands towards me, only to stop and stare at his fingers again, moving them slowly. He was precious.
I dug around through the pile of things we had found at the ship and pulled out one of the picture books. I changed into some fresh clothes and kneeled beside him, opening the book and pointing out pictures, just talking to him really. I paused on the picture of a doctor.....that coat..... I eyed the design of it.....I could make that.
I slipped my sandals on, gathered Christopher into his carrier, and made my way to Jack's hut. I gathered the bolt of white fabric, the sewing kit, and a pair of scissors. I kept the book as a model.
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charlie_is_lost
2005-04-21 18:08
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After what seemed like hours of shredding that guitar, I stopped, turned off the amp, and put the guitar back on it's hook on the wall. I needed that. Beating the hell out of an electric guitar had always calmed me ever since Liam taught me how to play one. I smiled and then finished off the can of soda still sitting on the piano. I set the can back on the piano and pulled the bench out. Popping my fingers as I sat down and plunked away at it for a while. I then got up and decided I would round up some guys from the island and bring this thing back. I wandered the ship, trying to find my way back to where I left my boat. After a really long time and after I had found some snacks and munched on those, I found the ladder I climbed.
Back at the beach, I rounded up about six guys... I told each one that when we got off this bloody island, I would pay them each five thousand pounds if they helped me lug the piano back to the beach. After much huffing and puffing and leaving three guys on the boat, we somehow, miraculously, got the piano on that boat. It was nearly sinking in the water, but we made it back to the beach. The four of us guys dragged the piano into my hut. I thanked them repeatedly and they headed back to retrieve those remaining guys.
I sat down on the bench and began playing the main part of Heart and Soul.
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claire_is_lost
2005-04-22 03:15
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Once reaching my hut, I took Christopher inside and moved him to the rocker. I squatted down beside him and rocked him for a few minutes. He threw his arms out, but then the movement lulled him to sleep. I kissed his forehead and stood.
I took a long drink of my water before moving to my suitcase. I retrieved Jack's coat, my thread, needle, and scissors. I strung up more thread and started stitching again---adding Shephard, M.D.. It took quite some time, but once I was finished, I felt proud. I held the coat out----Jack Shephard, M.D. was on the left breast. The collar folded down and met at a single button at the middle of the chest, and it had two pockets, one on the right, and the other at the left. I couldn't wait to give it to him.
I folded the coat and put it back in my suitcase.
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locke_is_lost
2005-04-22 16:40
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I grabbed up a few more things on my way out of camp.
My nostrils flared as I did all my breathing through my nose.
I downed a bottle of water and ate a bit of fruit to get my blood sugar
up a bit.
It was Daja Vu all over again but this time I was alone. No one to hurt but myself.
I had blisters on my feet and my mouth tasted wretched like spoiled meat.
How long had it been since I brushed my teeth, and then I remembered when I hit the ground when Boone pushed me out of the way.
I reached into my mouth and felt around for the culprit.
The second molar over from my wisdom tooth was shattered. I felt it's jagged edges.
The nerve was exposed. I wondered if Jack knew anything about dentistry...
Because...Damn if that wasn't going to hurt in the morning.
I picked up the pace and jogged a little ways looking for the scratched dates I made on the trees on our first trip out. I tried to put the image of Boone in the back of my head but he kept popping in there.
If I'd had a son...He'd be a lot like the changed Boone I met here.
The sky was losing light. I needed to get back to the place we'd been shot.
It would be nightfall before I did, even at my quickest pace.
I enjoyed the sounds of crickets and birds and wind. It was much nicer than the eerie quiet from before. I imagined the island was speaking to me.
Something glinted at my feet, I had almost missed it. I picked it up. It was a shell
casing from a rifle. Near by there were broken branches strewn about that someone had camouflaged themselves with. Long gone. There were knee and elbow impressions in the earth that looked to drag through the mud to...A bush.
I swallowed and moved towards it. I almost ran startled as I reach inside and felt...
The face. I jerked my hand back before I registered that it was ice cold. I took out my knife and carved away at the bushes to expose the body.
I handle of the knife was exposed in his upper chest. I recognized it as my own blade. Tortoise shell handle, ring grip. I reached over and pulled it hard from the man's chest and wiped it on my pants.
I pulled him out of the bushes and looked him over.
He had sand and green colored camouflage pants on and I noticed his boots were unevenly worn. He was the man with the limp...The taller man with the size 11 1/2
shoes that we'd been tracking earlier.
"Unlucky bastard." I said through my teeth. "Where's your friend now?" In my head I could almost hear him respond and it chilled me.
I made a quick fire to keep warm, and about halfway through getting it going, I decided I should burn his body.
It was the least I could do. I had, however, killed him.
I made a clearing and filled it with the driest pieces for wood I could find, grasses, fuel from the plane wreckage nearby that I siphoned off with a hose and gagged on it... I didn't know if I could get a fire hot enough to cremate him, but I had to try.
I had a momentary pang of guilt and then I saw Boone in my head yet again.
I laid his body in the ditch, emptied his pockets and took a handmade torch to him and the fuel I poured over him. Then I watch him burn.
I had half hoped the sight of the fire would bring his friend to me...
And I waited, sleeping with practically one eye open.
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