Aurthor's note: This is my very first story, so please be nice. I would love to hear what anyone thinks about the story. I plan for it be muti-chaptered, working up to and though all the seasons of Lost. I really hope I do these characters justice because I love them so much. sorry for any bad grammar, that's my bad, but I'm trying to get it all.

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Arabella was five years old when she lost her parents. Or was it that her parents lost her? She had never really bothered to figure out.
The memory was foggy and distant. Distorted by a child's mind and nightmares made it near impossible to tell what really happened and what Arabella's imagination created.
There was a storm, she knew that for sure. A terrible storm and Arabella was on the deck of a ship. She couldn't remember why but she was on the deck with men rushing about shouting things at each other. They just brushed pass the five year old, one bothered to yell at her to het back bellow deck but he was mean so Arabella didn't listen to him.
There was thing in the distance. A big thing that rose out of the water like the sea serpents her daddy use to tell her about. Maybe it was a big sea monster! It was going to eat the ship! Or maybe it would be friendly?
Arabella leaned over the railing to try and get a closer look at the monster. She called out to it, maybe it would help if they asked nicely.
The ship was pounded by a strong wave and leached to one side, which effectively tossed Arabella over the edge and into the water.
It was cold. Very cold. The waves were harsh and the water churned violently, tugging Arabella down under the surface. She broke the surface again and was farther away from the ship, the current pulling her toward the sea monster that seemed to be growing larger and large by the second.
Arabella was pulled under again. She held her breath for as long as she could. It wasn't long enough and she passed out.

The bright sun turned the inside of Arabella's eyelids a strange red. Kinda like her hair, only a few shades lighter.
The five year old was confused. She slept below deck with her parents, how was there such bright sunlight? Her bed felt weird too.
Slowly Arabella opened her eyes. Above her was nothing but open sky. Below her was soft grainy sand. She could hear the gentle lap of waves on the shore.
She no longer felt the sway of the ship on water. She could no longer hear the creak of the boards as people walked on deck or the soft chatter of sailors as they went about their morning duties.
Arabella was no longer on a ship with her parents to a place called America. She was on in island. With her mother and father. All alone.
Tears welled in her dark green eyes and Arabella could not stop herself from crying. She was never going to see her parents again. She was lost and alone on an island in the middle of the ocean.
"Hello there," Arabella jumped, she head snapping in the direction of the voice. Before her stood a tall man with sandy blonde hair and bright ocean blue eyes. He wore a long sleeve lose white shirt and dark pants. He looked nice enough but Arabella shrunk away from the stranger. He held his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"I won't hurt you," He gave her a gentle smile, "Mind if I sit?" Arabella shook her head and the man sat next to her in the sand. Arabella pulled her knees up against her chest and tried to curl as far into herself as possible, the stranger just started at the water not saying a word.
"Who are you?" Arabella asked in barley a whisper.
"Me? I'm Jacob, this is my island. Who, may I ask, are you?"
"Arabella," She stared furiously at the sand, holding herself tighter.
"That's a beautiful name,"
"Thanks," Arabella mumbled into her arm.
"Why were you crying, Arabella?"
"'Cause my parents are dead."
"What made you think that?"
"There was a terrible storm, the ship was rocking so badly..."
"That doesn't mean they are dead,"
"It doesn't matter, I'll never see them again," Arabella fought back tears. She did not want to cry in front of Jacob, he would think she was a baby. She was five years old and she refuses to cry like some baby.
"They could came looking for you,"
"Do you really think so?" Jacob looked at his hands, as if he were conflicted.
"Do you know what your name means, Arabella?" Arabella glanced up at Jacob.
"What?"
"Beautiful lion, do you know what a lion is?"
"Yes, a big kitty. King of the Jungle."
"And lions are brave, they have to be if their king. So are you a lion?" Arabella smiled slightly and nodded. She was a lion, she would be brave.
"Good, you'll need to be... Do you want to came with me? We could get you something to eat."
Arabella's stomach rumbled in agreement before Arabella herself could nodded. She smiled sheepishly and Jacob laughed. "Come on, lion cub," Jacob picked Arabella up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. For some reason it felt right to her. She wasn't so scared.