"Jeff, Jeff, wake up," Amy franictly shook Jeff.
"No Aim, just smack him," Matt said, hitting Jeff in the head.
"Ow," Jeff said placing a hand on his head.
"See, Amy, I told you. Jeff, can you stand up?" Matt asked, already helping Jeff
up.
He blinked a few times, and looked around, most of the superstars were already
sitting up. Looking farther over his shoulder he saw the airplane, now a tangled
mass of metal.
"Is everyone ok?" Jeff asked, his face contoured in pain.
Matt looked down, "No, the pilot, me and Amy, tried to get him out, but he kept
mumbling something about going down with the ship. Everyone else is ok, just
bumps and brusies, and one hell of a cut on your forehead, I think that's the
worst any of us have.''
Jeff reached up and felt the farmilar warm liquid on his forehead. He shook his
head, and pulled a scrap of material from the messenger bag on his shoulder. He
tied it quickly and tightly around his head, and shook his head away.
"Matt, were are we?" Jeff asked looking around at the small island they seemed
to be stuck on.
"I'm not sure, seems deserted though, Shane and Shannon went to get fire wood,
I told them if you were ok, we'd go find water," Matt said as Amy came back to
them.
"Yeah common, let's go," Jeff said heading towards the woods at the end top of
the beach.
The Hardy Boyz made their way through the thick woods, Jeff saw a small packed
trail, leading off the trail Matt was on. He looked at Matt quickly, then headed
down the adjaction trail. The trail seemed to stop at a small lagoon. But, the
lagoon wasn't empty. An Asian looking girl was bathing in the large lagoon. She
had long black hair, with streaks of blue, pink, and purple, in the bottom few
inches, like she had let it grow, without cutting it out. She turned and looked
straight at him, and of course, screamed.
"I'm sorry," Jeff said covering his eyes, as she made her way to shore, "Can I look
now?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm dressed," she said, a Californian accent filled her voice, but her voice
seemed oddly unused.
"You speak English?" he asked stupidly, removing his hands from his eyes.
"No Shurelock, I speak Goakathom, which is exactly the same as English," she
rolled her eyes, "Who are you?"
"Oh yeah, my name is Jeff Hardy, our plane crashed on your island," Jeff said
hesitantly.
"Looks like I've got company then," she said sticking her hand out, "Kody Lynne.
My plane crashed just off this island three years or so ago."
"Three years, wow. I guess you can survie on this island," Jeff said looking at her.
"How many of you are there?" Kody asked.
"Let's see, me, Matt, Amy, Glen, Mark, Jay, Adam, Denise, Sara, Paul, Steph,
Shannon, Shane, Jessie, and Joanie, so 15," Jeff said counting on his fingers.
She looked at him, "No way 15 people will fit in my house, oh well, lead the way,"
Kody said, taking Jeff's hand. She was wearing a torn t-shirt, and ripped shorts,
her raven black hair fell a little past her waist. Matt walked up to Jeff.
"Hey, did you find water?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, right through those trees, but I daresay, Kody knows this island lots better
than us," Jeff said squeezing Kody's hand. This just isn't right, holding Kody's
hand turned him on more than Beth every had. Jeff shook his head.
"Three years will do that, and yes, I do speak English," Kody said, seeing the look
on Matt's face.
They walked through the woods and onto the beach, "Ok, lets, get you people
back to my house," Kody said looking at the people walking around the beach.
Most of them let their jaws drop, Kody sighed and said, "Yes, I speak English,
damn, what is it with you people? My name is Kody, my plane crashed over
there," she pointed out towards a cove, "Three years ago, I have somewhere you
can stay."
Everyone looked at her, but followed without griping. They came to a cliff, a
pulley system went from a tree next to them, to a tree in the gully, with a
remarkable tree house in it. "Ok, who's going first?" Kody asked. Everyone
started to act like they were interested in different things.
"Geez, I have to stay here and help you guys, Matt, you do it," Kody said, rolling
her eyes.
"Fine," Matt said, "What do I do?"
"Ok, see that chair?" Kody pointed to a chair attached to the braided vine ropes.
"Yeah," Matt said nodding.
"Ok, you sit in it and pull yourself across, then when you get over, I'll pull it back
across," Kody explained, like it was an everyday thing to pull yourself over a cliff
in a wooden chair attached to vines, and into a tree, "You'll be on the back porch,
wait for me to go in though, the door's locked."
"You lock you door?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, the monkeys will make a huge mess of my house, I'll help you across this
time." Kody pushed Matt into the seat, "Tie the belt around your waist."
Matt followed her orders, and pulled himself across the ropes. Once everyone
was across, Kody pulled herself across, and jumped onto the porch. She pulled
out a makeshift key and opened the back door.
They walked into a living room. There was a couch, of what looked like airplane
seats, covered in makeshift seat covers in a wooden frame, and a few similar
chairs sat around the room, and a table sat in the middle of the room. Off of the
living room was a kitchen. Counters were made of the same wood, and a carved
stone stove, and the small refrigerator from the airplane. Through the walls
Kody wired the airplane electric system, which powered the fridge, and a couple
small lamps, that weren't on at the time. Kody bedroom was across from the
kitchen. There was a king-size bed, made of airplane seats, and sown blankets, it
looked like a bed from a catalog, six or eight airline pillows piled beautifully
against the, you guessed it, wooden head board.
"No Aim, just smack him," Matt said, hitting Jeff in the head.
"Ow," Jeff said placing a hand on his head.
"See, Amy, I told you. Jeff, can you stand up?" Matt asked, already helping Jeff
up.
He blinked a few times, and looked around, most of the superstars were already
sitting up. Looking farther over his shoulder he saw the airplane, now a tangled
mass of metal.
"Is everyone ok?" Jeff asked, his face contoured in pain.
Matt looked down, "No, the pilot, me and Amy, tried to get him out, but he kept
mumbling something about going down with the ship. Everyone else is ok, just
bumps and brusies, and one hell of a cut on your forehead, I think that's the
worst any of us have.''
Jeff reached up and felt the farmilar warm liquid on his forehead. He shook his
head, and pulled a scrap of material from the messenger bag on his shoulder. He
tied it quickly and tightly around his head, and shook his head away.
"Matt, were are we?" Jeff asked looking around at the small island they seemed
to be stuck on.
"I'm not sure, seems deserted though, Shane and Shannon went to get fire wood,
I told them if you were ok, we'd go find water," Matt said as Amy came back to
them.
"Yeah common, let's go," Jeff said heading towards the woods at the end top of
the beach.
The Hardy Boyz made their way through the thick woods, Jeff saw a small packed
trail, leading off the trail Matt was on. He looked at Matt quickly, then headed
down the adjaction trail. The trail seemed to stop at a small lagoon. But, the
lagoon wasn't empty. An Asian looking girl was bathing in the large lagoon. She
had long black hair, with streaks of blue, pink, and purple, in the bottom few
inches, like she had let it grow, without cutting it out. She turned and looked
straight at him, and of course, screamed.
"I'm sorry," Jeff said covering his eyes, as she made her way to shore, "Can I look
now?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm dressed," she said, a Californian accent filled her voice, but her voice
seemed oddly unused.
"You speak English?" he asked stupidly, removing his hands from his eyes.
"No Shurelock, I speak Goakathom, which is exactly the same as English," she
rolled her eyes, "Who are you?"
"Oh yeah, my name is Jeff Hardy, our plane crashed on your island," Jeff said
hesitantly.
"Looks like I've got company then," she said sticking her hand out, "Kody Lynne.
My plane crashed just off this island three years or so ago."
"Three years, wow. I guess you can survie on this island," Jeff said looking at her.
"How many of you are there?" Kody asked.
"Let's see, me, Matt, Amy, Glen, Mark, Jay, Adam, Denise, Sara, Paul, Steph,
Shannon, Shane, Jessie, and Joanie, so 15," Jeff said counting on his fingers.
She looked at him, "No way 15 people will fit in my house, oh well, lead the way,"
Kody said, taking Jeff's hand. She was wearing a torn t-shirt, and ripped shorts,
her raven black hair fell a little past her waist. Matt walked up to Jeff.
"Hey, did you find water?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, right through those trees, but I daresay, Kody knows this island lots better
than us," Jeff said squeezing Kody's hand. This just isn't right, holding Kody's
hand turned him on more than Beth every had. Jeff shook his head.
"Three years will do that, and yes, I do speak English," Kody said, seeing the look
on Matt's face.
They walked through the woods and onto the beach, "Ok, lets, get you people
back to my house," Kody said looking at the people walking around the beach.
Most of them let their jaws drop, Kody sighed and said, "Yes, I speak English,
damn, what is it with you people? My name is Kody, my plane crashed over
there," she pointed out towards a cove, "Three years ago, I have somewhere you
can stay."
Everyone looked at her, but followed without griping. They came to a cliff, a
pulley system went from a tree next to them, to a tree in the gully, with a
remarkable tree house in it. "Ok, who's going first?" Kody asked. Everyone
started to act like they were interested in different things.
"Geez, I have to stay here and help you guys, Matt, you do it," Kody said, rolling
her eyes.
"Fine," Matt said, "What do I do?"
"Ok, see that chair?" Kody pointed to a chair attached to the braided vine ropes.
"Yeah," Matt said nodding.
"Ok, you sit in it and pull yourself across, then when you get over, I'll pull it back
across," Kody explained, like it was an everyday thing to pull yourself over a cliff
in a wooden chair attached to vines, and into a tree, "You'll be on the back porch,
wait for me to go in though, the door's locked."
"You lock you door?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, the monkeys will make a huge mess of my house, I'll help you across this
time." Kody pushed Matt into the seat, "Tie the belt around your waist."
Matt followed her orders, and pulled himself across the ropes. Once everyone
was across, Kody pulled herself across, and jumped onto the porch. She pulled
out a makeshift key and opened the back door.
They walked into a living room. There was a couch, of what looked like airplane
seats, covered in makeshift seat covers in a wooden frame, and a few similar
chairs sat around the room, and a table sat in the middle of the room. Off of the
living room was a kitchen. Counters were made of the same wood, and a carved
stone stove, and the small refrigerator from the airplane. Through the walls
Kody wired the airplane electric system, which powered the fridge, and a couple
small lamps, that weren't on at the time. Kody bedroom was across from the
kitchen. There was a king-size bed, made of airplane seats, and sown blankets, it
looked like a bed from a catalog, six or eight airline pillows piled beautifully
against the, you guessed it, wooden head board.