Nathan was the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing on his mind was Jackson's now lifeless body. They all couldn't stay in the airplane forever, so they would have to bury him sometime soon.
First of all, he'd need to dig a hole big enough for a casket, and the group would most likely want it done and over with by tonight. He picked up a shovel and moved into the jungle. He walked out into a clearing of the jungle and found a guitar. Any other day, he would have just passed on, but today was different. Just two days ago, Jackson had played a song he had made for Chilloween. He then broke down and cried.
Nathan started reminisce of all the times on the island he had interacted with Jackson. He started to cry harder when he remembered all those bad things he had said to Jackson when Nathan had discovered that he was making a raft. Nathan had never officially apologized to him. Now he would never have the chance. He had especially felt guilty because the raft had turned out to be a distress signal.
Nathan also was never going to have the chance of thanking Jackson for everything he's done. Jackson seemed to be everybody's "rock" to lean on. He was the strongest at the lowest times and he would be everybody's helper.
Then, if they were ever rescued, the survivors would have to tell of Jackson's fate on that deadly day. He then remembered that his foster parents probably wouldn't even care. Melissa had told Nathan that Jackson had no family life whatsoever.
Nathan took time to admire Jackson's bravery. He risked his life to save Taylor and Melissa when they fell off a cliff. He also went out in the storm one night to try to find the others. Even the ammo box they found, which turned out not to be dangerous, Jackson was the only one brave enough to open it. Jackson was willing to risk his life, which turned out to be his worse decision of his life, by drinking some of the unclean water so nobody else would have to. Yes, Nathan couldn't help but to admire him.
Nathan slowly pulled himself up and told himself that Jackson wouldn't him moping around over his death. He wiped his eyes and dug a hole where Jackson normally hung out away from everybody else. 'A good way to honor Jackson I guess," Nathan thought.