January 1, 1917- The Island
Jacob was sitting at the beach next to the destroyed statue, watching the sea. As he was standing still there, the other man appeared:
- Hello, Jacob.
The man, this time, doesn't ask to sit before doing it.
JACOB: What do you want this time?
MAN IN BLACK: Have you chose a replacement for you yet?
JACOB: No, not yet.
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JACOB: New year, huh?
MAN IN BLACK: Yeah...
JACOB: It's been a while since someone's been here.
MAN IN BLACK: You're going to bring more people here? You know I'm always right.
JACOB: Yes, but until the day humans can distinguish right from wrong, all of the previous experiences won't matter.
MAN IN BLACK: Humans naturally sin. And I'll be right, once again. See ya.
JACOB: See ya.
January 3, 1917- Somewhere in the sea
A ship sailing in the sea. Over 100 British soldiers were under the command of a captain and 2 lieutenants. After a few days of a calm sea, there was a sea storm, and a big one. After days and days of struggling against the storm, they finally land in an island. Unfortunately, they were trapped. They couldn't manage to communicate with anyone. And to add insult to injury, over 35 men, along with the captain and a lieutenant, died in the storm. After landing on a beach, the surviving lieutenant gathered the surviving troops:
-Listen, my men! A lot of soldiers died, and so did Captain Stewart and Lt. Head! Our communication's cut off, so it means we're trapped here! Don't panic! We need to survive here! Now, the men to my left are going with me to find food and shelter! The men to my right are gonna stay here.
After some talking, the Lt. and the troops headed to the jungle. Not much it was needed to walk, and they could already hear some faint noises: They could hear a sound that sounded like a dinosaur roar, a rattlesnake, and other weird noises. The Lt. told them to stop. The sound was getting closer and closer. The Lt. was turned to the soldiers. The soldiers saw a dark smoke a few feet behind the Lt. and it caused a soldier to warn:
-Sir, look behind you!
The Lt. turned and looked to the smoke:
-Get down on the floor!
The Lt. was watching the smoke for a while. Then, he turned to the soldiers and said:
-Now, don't worry, my men! That's just smoke! It won't hurt--
Before the Lt. could finish his sentence, the dark smoke turned into a shaped-like arm, grabbed the Lt. and crushed him. Then it threw what was left of the Lt. into the ground and stood still. The soldiers were terrified. They were standing still, hoping the smoke wouldn't notice them. One of the soldiers notice the one next him trembling in fear:
-Don't move. Don't even say a word.
Too late.
-WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
The soldiers suddenly freaked out and started running way. It was every man for himself. The Smoke Monster caught some soldiers and killed them right away (including the one who freaked out first). A small group of 4 soldiers were running from the smoke. The last one saw a hole and jumped to pass it. However the smoke shew up from the hole and started pulling him down. The other 3 saw him getting pulled and tried to help him. He was trying to hang onto his life and the one of the other 3 was pulling him to save him. One of the soldiers behind, in the panic, threw a grenade at the hole. The grenade exploded, the smoke stopped grabbing the soldier, and ran away very quickly. The soldier who threw the grenade was shocked:
-Grenades work on that thing?!
The other soldier(the one who didn't do anything) replied:
-You threw the grenade! What makes you say that?
-It was just a desperation act! I didn't knew it could do anything! After all, it's just smoke.
The soldier who was saved cut that small conversation off, and thanked them:
-Thanks for saving my life, guys.
The guy who was pulling him replied:
-You better thank us we did, mate. What's your name?
-Anthony Jetson.
After some talk, they knew each other's names. The guy who was pulling Anthony's called Martin Hawking, the one who threw the grenade is called Barry Southgate, and the other one is called Michael North.
January 4, 1917- Somewhere mid-air above Sargasso Sea
-Are you ready for this, Mark?
-Hell yeah, I am!
Mark Hudson and Frank Davids. In a plane, flying way high. It's not a plane from today, no. It's obviously a plane from back then.
HUDSON: So, huh... what country are you from?
DAVIDS: Netherlands.
HUDSON: Netherlands? For how long have you been living in the US?
DAVIDS: It´ll make 16 this year. But how did you suspected I wasn't born in the US?
HUDSON: Your accent.
DAVIDS: Oh...
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DAVIDS: Do you know where we are now? The Bermuda Triangle.
HUDSON: What about it?
DAVIDS: It's said that, not a single boat has passed trough this sea successfully.
HUDSON: The people that passed here have all drowned?
DAVIDS: Yup.
Davids starts to notice there's something wrong...
HUDSON: Hey, what's up?
DAVIDS: Something's wrong with the plane.
HUDSON: What is it?
DAVIDS: We're falling!!
January 5, 1917- The Island
Davids and Hudson wake up in the jungle. What remains of the plane are the wings (separated), and the front of the plane.
DAVIDS: Where the hell are we?
HUDSON: No idea.
DAVIDS: We're doomed.
HUDSON: Yeah, maybe.
DAVIDS: Since we were flying the Bermuda Triangle, we're on some damn Island.
Hudson makes him a sign to shut up. They could hear some faint noises. But, then, the sounds fade away.
DAVIDS: What was that?
HUDSON: Don't know. Not quite sure. Sounded like a rattlesnake though. And there was some weird growl too.
January 6, 1917- The Island
We go back to the same beach in the beginning of the chapter. Jacob cooking some fish, and the Man in Black approaches him:
MAN IN BLACK: Hello, Jacob.
JACOB: Hello. Visiting me again?
MAN IN BLACK: Why do you even bother trying?
JACOB:... Because I know I'll be right sooner or later.
MAN IN BLACK: They're in complete chaos. The British army can't organize itself and the two pilots are starving.
JACOB: Well, you surely didn't make thing easy. You killed the only person who could organize the army.
MAN IN BLACK: Jacob, I will prove that you're wrong again. And besides that, I'll manage to find a way to kill you and get out of this Island.
JACOB: We'll see about that.
END OF CHAPTER