Here it is, you guys – the last chapter. Enjoy!


The meal was wonderful. Everyone ate as much as they possibly could, and between that and almost everyone giving

Vincent their scraps, by the time the meal was over, there wasn't a single piece of food left. By the time dinner was over, it was

pretty late, and a few people returned to their tents to sleep, but most stayed at the luau and continued to talk and dance,

though it was considerably quieter than earlier. Charlie has turned off Hurley's Walkman and had started playing guitar,

sometimes singing or accompanied by Sawyer on the harmonica (typical Southern boy), sometimes just strumming softly in the

background.

While Charlie played everything from the Grateful Dead and Willie Nelson to Coldplay and The Shins, Sawyer and Walt

walked down to the shore. All was quiet for a while, then –

:SPLASH:

Silence.

Another :SPLASH: and a "Why you little! – "

Everyone turned to see Sawyer and Walt splashing and wrestling in the ocean. Some people were alarmed at first because,

ya know, it was Sawyer, but they stopped worrying when Walt's laughter resonated all the way back to the beach. Michael,

being the protective father and still a little untrusting of Sawyer, went down to the water to put a stop to it. "Hey, you – ", but

he was cut off by a splash – from Walt. He stared at his son and his son stared back; then the water really flew! The three men

splashed around until they were joined by Shannon, who was a little annoyed at having her romantic moment with Sayid

interrupted. "Guy, calm dow –" she stopped when she got splashed by all three at once! As she stood there slightly in shock,

she felt another splash on her left – Boone. Then another from her right – Sayid. Soon, she was crying for help as she was

splash attacked by all 5 men at once. Kate rushed in to back her up, but was tackled into the water by jack before she could

get there. Soon, everyone except Hurley and Locke was in the water splashing, dunking, and wrestling with each other. Claire

sat on the shoreline playfully splashing Charlie, while Sun and Jin had a playful water fight of their own. Hurley sat further back

on the beach watching the scene when Locke joined him.

"You did a good thing, Hurley, by arranging this luau," he said. "tensions between everyone were pretty much stretched to

the breaking point, but you really calmed everyone down. We owe you." Hurley only smiled and nodded in return. He would

have done or said more, but he was just too tired. He had been all over the island planning this luau since early in the morning,

and now it must have been at least 1:00 AM. He just wanted to go to sleep. Soon, people started coming back from the

ocean, soaking wet and laughing hysterically. They collapsed at various spots on the beach to catch their breath, then one by

one rose to go back to their tents and sleep. As they left, each person thanked Hurley for the best time they'd had on the island

so far. Charlie and Locke remained behind to blow out the torches and clean up the area, and when they were finished, they

each went their separate ways to their tents.

As Hurley lay in his tent reflecting on the day's events, he hoped that how everyone had gotten along so well wasn't just a

temporary thing. He hoped that he had really made a difference in the survivors, and as he drifted off to sleep, he knew he had.


Well, that's it. Thank you guys again for all your support. I hope you all had as good a time reading it as I did writing it. :-)