Sawyer is out on the raft. It is night time and the raft has lulled the others to sleep. Suddenly in the moonlight Sawyer sees it. The Black Rock sailing towards them. He tries to speak, but is unable to do so, for the Pirate Captain was his great great-whateverfather and has taken control of his mind. Suddenly, the ship sails off. Sawyer feels the urge to rip off his shirt, , and takes his gun shoots a hole in the raft and forces the others to go back to the island when they wake up. Aye me hardies, that be the way it happened . Captain Sawyer at the helm..................................
(and Jin looking through the book Sun made him trying to figure out what the heck a "hardies" and "argh" mean )
Sawyer and the crew sailed, well more like drifted back into the camp. As they came in on the last wave Sawyer stood tall, his golden chest glistening in the sunlight. He laid eyes on Kate and called out "Aye ye wicked wench! Help us get the raft back on the island!". Kate looked around, and then ran off into the jungle to get Jack. She was sure Sawyer had a head wound or something.
Meanwhile, Vincent the dog has grown tired of Shannon's whiney ways. At night he sneaks off and secretly starts to cover up the hatch. It is a way to work out his frustration. Locke has no clue that it is Vincent who is doing this, for the dog brings back a mouthful of earth each night and drops it on Charlie's shoes.
When Jin was gone, Sun realized she was free to wear her bathing suit again. She decided that if she was gonna be stranded on a hot sweaty tropical island with a menacing howling creature, 40+ strangers, and no husband, she would at least get a nice, even tan. Sun also became friends with Shannon, the ditzy blonde user who sometimes remembers how to understand and read french, but cries like a sick baby everytime she does.
Sayid, usually steady, low-key and level-headed, finds Sun's friendship with Shannon intrusive, because Shannon doesn't spend enough time right at his side. Jealous and getting more and more "frustrated", Sayid ponders a sick and twisted scheme... "Long ago I made a promise to myself, that I would never again do what I'm about to do to Sun. Oh well...."
I don't know why, but usually my stories contain some form of violence... This was supposed to be a little tale about how Sun gets uninhibited and chooses to wear her bikini all day and all night, and now Sayid's gonna go torture her... What's wrong with me?.......
Hurley approached Locke, who was trying his best to blow the lid off the hatch with dynamite.
Hurley walked slowly to the glass lid and promptly sat on it.
After about an hour, pressure cracks started to form in the glass, and after two hours, there was a loud snaping breaking sound, as the glass gave way.
Hurley thought he heard the sound of monkeys, but could not be sure.
"Dude, like, if there are monkeys inside, can we eat them?" he asked Locke.
Locke replied while looking into the hatch with one bright blue eye wide open and one squinted up tight, "Well, it depends on your belief structure. If you are an athiest, the monkey is mans cousin, evolved along the same evolutionary ladder. And it would be almost cannibalism to eat one."
Locke continued, while removing his knife and picking splinters of glass out of Hurley's rear, "If you are a hasidic Jew, or Muslim, Monkeys are unclean for food, due to dietary laws."
"If you are a Hindu....."
Hurley cut Locke off suddenly, "Dude, I just like wanted to know if they would kill you or not, if you ate one, cause I'm like hungry you know."
(con't)
Next episode: Hurley and Locke look inside the hatch and see....
i have an odd feeling this is gonna be very confusing.
THIS IS SOOO FUN TO READ!!!! just so yall know, i'm a fan fiction addict, anything i get into i read fan fics about, like lost? done it. star wars? done it. Outsiders? done it, lotr?... well you get the picture.
i liked the mental visual of sawyer ripping his shirt off, fuscia.
i wish i was everything you ever wanted.
Honestly, honesty's a fable in love.
isnt this exactly where you'd like me?.
i just kinda give....
“I’m home!” Anna called as she walked through the door of her 2 bedroom apartment. No one answered her call. “Derek?” She called, a little louder this time. “Hmm, I guess he’s asleep already.” She thought. She took off her shoes and walked down the short hall to her bedroom. Just before she could reach the door, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm.
Anna was 23 years old. She had red hair and her eyes were hazel. She had been in Sydney visiting her cousin Ashley, but unfortunately, her brother had been in a motorcycle accident in LA. She had booked plane tickets that next day. On the day of her flight, she began to come down with some nerves. ‘What if the plane crashes?’ but the nerves left as soon as the plane got steadily into the air. She was seated near to a man and a woman. The woman was in hand cuffs and had a defeated look on her face, the man had an annoyingly smug smirk that Anna thought would be quite pleasant to wipe right off of his face.
That was about a week ago, now Anna was stranded on an island with 40+ people and something in the forest. As she sat on the beach she surveyed the seen before her. There was a little boy playing with his dog, a middle aged woman, just sitting and staring out into the ocean, like she was waiting for something, ‘must have lost someone’ Anna thought. There was a young pregnant woman, probably younger than Anna herself standing and also just gazing out into the crashing surf. “God what in hells name did I do to deserve being dumped on this damned place?” she said to herself. “Everything happens for a reason, what’s the reason this time?” she said wearily as she laid back in the warm sand, feeling the breeze caress her face. If she hadn’t have been in such an awful situation, she would have enjoyed this time, but she was stranded; lost at sea; and no one was going to come for them. She could feel it in her gut.
Her eyes wandered to her arm. There she saw a jagged scar reaching from the inside of her wrist to her elbow. She winced at the memory. The scar wasn’t the only damage that night had done.
ok, now dont laugh at me. i'm no writer, but i was bored so cut me some slack.
(and lol to Sierradaddy's post)
i wish i was everything you ever wanted.
Honestly, honesty's a fable in love.
isnt this exactly where you'd like me?.
i just kinda give....
A bare chested Sawyer makes his way through the jungle to the Black Rock. His bare skin glistens in the moonlight. He surveys the ship, looking through the hull, and discovers that it was a slave ship. Seeing the handcuffs, it gives the evil Captain Sawyer an idea. He decides to staff the ship with only women. Yes it will be a ship of wenches, but when he gets back to camp, only one of the women will go for the idea. Kate tells him to go to hell, Sun says nothing and walks away, Shannon whines about not being Queen, but some strange small woman with glasses with long curly dark hair says yes. She is quiet, yet shapely, and willing to be called his first wench. As he takes her to see the ship he learns that her name is..................................
Sherry!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sorry, I just had to mess with Dave )
05-24-2005 11:35 PM
, and takes his gun shoots a hole in the raft and forces the others to go back to the island when they wake up. Aye me hardies, that be the way it happened . Captain Sawyer at the helm..................................
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