Driftwood
The Beginning: Michonne
Memories comeback only in dreams. Sometimes I am unsure if what actually happened wasn't fabricated or layered by my imagination. What I remember was typing a Honey To Do list for Mike while sitting in first class. I was under the influence of Ambien. My drug of choice when flying. Well, there was turblence. Alot of dipping. I got my bible out of my purse and I began to pray. I said the Lord's Prayer...
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us,
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever
Amen.
From what I've been told the plane broke into pieces. What I remember was my seat was facing the sky. Time and everything felt suspended and I couldn't help but think I was looking at the most beautiful blue sky. And then BAM! I was in the water. The darkest water. Sorry. Every time I think about it, it makes me cry.
I remember unbuckling my seatbelt and swimming to the surface. I needed air. I needed to breathe but I kept going back under. I had to stay calm. I had to stay calm. I had too. I don't know how long I was out but when I opened my eyes I thought I was looking at the most beautiful blue sky again. I was disoriented when he had asked me my name. I wondered why was the sky talking to me. The sky had a voice. For a moment I couldn't remember my name but it came to me after coughing up more of the salt water. The sky told me his name. His name..."Rick."
Driftwood
Day 2: Rick
I had taken the flight with the last seat in first class. I never told Michonne this but I noticed her typing away where the keys to her laptop was annoying to hear. I noticed her because not often do you find a woman of color, African American in first class International flight. It was just an anomaly. My seat was behind her's. She seemed to have an assortment of pills. Everything she did was quite loud. Kind of like a game, guess what makes this sound?
Major Turbulence and quickly losing altitude was a clear sign this was going to be a flight to remember or kill us all. I don't remember much else after that other than finding myself on the shore with the sun blazing down on me. I was sunburned.
I had walked that Island shore for hours in hopes of rescue that didn't come the first day nor the second day. Eventually random things began to wash ashore from the plane and from other places.
I found her on the second day. I was just glad to see her, or anyone really. To see she was breathing was a relief. I didn't want to be alone. I was creeped out about the man made shelter that stood erect just three hundred yards away. I couldn't understand how it got there or who else may inhabit the island. The explanation we got now makes sense but back then...
The shelter was somewhat elaborate with how the netting inside was used. Most everything inside came in handy and was useful the three years we were there. I am not one to complain because it was off the ground and that helped keep us above the most creepy crawly things including wild animals. There were un-used pots, pans, three cots and a few blankets. We had a makeshift fireplace with a mantle, a table, chairs, a knife, a loaded gun, and a bottle of Motrin. The water purifier was something Michonne knew about but I had a rudimentary way of my on before discovering it. The first day together Michonne informed me I was trying to kill her with water that would never be fresh enough. All in all, just odd. It was what my opinion was of Michonne more so than the shelter and the items we were afforded.
I have to say Boy Scouts came in handy. Every child should be a Scout at some point. I am glad I had paid attention as a youngster. Water, shelter, food, rescue.
I carried her inside. I had water inside. I had to get her hydrated. Even if the water wasn't fresh enough.